The Pink Trousers

Feeling inspired by his need to clear up the spilt tea earlier this morning, The Owner started looking behind cupboards and under things tutting and muttering about dust and cobwebs as he went. There's only him and I here and I'm terrified of that damn vacuum cleaner so quite who he thought he was tutting about escapes me. Unable to get out in the garden there then followed a day of frantic activity with a duster.

I tried to help but I wasn't appreciated so I sat and watched. Things were going well until the washing machine finished. I knew it would happen! He now has a rather fashionable pink pair of trousers which he tells no-one in particular that they were wearing thin anyway. I think they were the ones we had to drive to Bath to get only two weeks ago! Fortunately he got fed up with cleaning before he got to the boot room, I was worried he may have come across his jumper I have been using as a blanket to lay on.