Part 16. Older wiser and the pink hole.....
Mother is not in good books.
Not only did she miss Dis-Grace's birthday last October, but she just missed mine too as apparently Kit Chris' 21st birthday on the 7th was more important than my 2nd. Humph.
At the same time she been moving out of our house to let tenants move into it .....double humph.
To make matters worse, when she came back she decided that a good hoover of the landing was in order. I decided that a good binky about, a get in the way and a play was in order and had a go at the hoover nozzle. It sucks up my snout and my tail and is quite fun. Mother obligingly ran the pipe across my back and I settled down for a good alternative therapy groom. Quite relaxing I tell you is suck therapy. (STOP PRESS - The PGF has just read this and made a rude comment - unacceptable ( I will leave it to your imaginations).
Later in the evening mother settled down to have a pull at all the loose and scruffy bits on my back and loads came out. Good, thinks I, it is quite acceptable for a county gent of my magnitude to have a personal dresser. However......mother never does things by half..... and it was not until quite some time later that she noticed that rather a lot had come out and that I had a huge - yes I tell you huge - pink and warm bald patch on my back.......oooooh eeeeek. The witch has plucked me bald !!!!!!!! I am unfortunately now nicknamed Boris the Bald. Guess which unpleasant house mate named me that one !!
You just cant get the staff these days.
Comment from the PGF....... 'Boris has actually been quite nice to me recently - someone had to feed and water him whilst Mother was away......'
Reply from Mother - 'Boris what say you to that then?'
Boris....'humph'......
Not only did she miss Dis-Grace's birthday last October, but she just missed mine too as apparently Kit Chris' 21st birthday on the 7th was more important than my 2nd. Humph.
At the same time she been moving out of our house to let tenants move into it .....double humph.
To make matters worse, when she came back she decided that a good hoover of the landing was in order. I decided that a good binky about, a get in the way and a play was in order and had a go at the hoover nozzle. It sucks up my snout and my tail and is quite fun. Mother obligingly ran the pipe across my back and I settled down for a good alternative therapy groom. Quite relaxing I tell you is suck therapy. (STOP PRESS - The PGF has just read this and made a rude comment - unacceptable ( I will leave it to your imaginations).
Later in the evening mother settled down to have a pull at all the loose and scruffy bits on my back and loads came out. Good, thinks I, it is quite acceptable for a county gent of my magnitude to have a personal dresser. However......mother never does things by half..... and it was not until quite some time later that she noticed that rather a lot had come out and that I had a huge - yes I tell you huge - pink and warm bald patch on my back.......oooooh eeeeek. The witch has plucked me bald !!!!!!!! I am unfortunately now nicknamed Boris the Bald. Guess which unpleasant house mate named me that one !!
You just cant get the staff these days.
Comment from the PGF....... 'Boris has actually been quite nice to me recently - someone had to feed and water him whilst Mother was away......'
Reply from Mother - 'Boris what say you to that then?'
Boris....'humph'......