Tesco Delivery Yoof Visits

Oh I'm so sorry for not getting round to reporting on progress recently. I have been rather busy with my new found fame at the hospital, getting several, who had not had a lot to say to the world for several seasons and many reasons, to start to talk again.

The Owner and I, on our daily walks around the hospital grounds had acquired such a following of late that on one occasion, when I was there, when the nurses were changing shifts, the ward sister got quite panicked as she thought all her patients had done a runner! She came running across the gardens looking somewhat flustered, then looked relieved and at once became very firm as she chased 15 people back into the ward. This was all very amusing and a bit perplexing for those concerned as only 12 of them were patients, the other three were just waiting for a bus and came across to see what the fuss was about. Last night Owners Daughter found his card and account details for Tesco and placed an order. The order wasn't quite as large as the one they had round at the manor when Theatrical Party Organiser was there, but it still took up most of the van when Tesco Hoomun Yoof arrived to deliver. That was when the day took a down turn! He came with a mate to help him move the boxes and his mate got a big trolley thing out of the van. Now I know The Owner always has a box of Bonios in one of the boxes for me, had I mentioned that I like Bonios? So I got very excited and started running around the garden in a very excited manner. I would make a high speed appearance from round the corner of the cottage and dive through the hedge, down into the ditch and then round to do it all again. I thought that might attract some of his attention and I may get a Bonio out of him. Had I mentioned that I like Bonios? I decided to alter my course slightly on this one trip and thought that a quick once around my tree that I wee up may have been enough to get a Bonio out of them. When I rounded the corner there he was, right across the path! So I opted for the only route I could see, which was between him and his trolley. Well it was too late and I was going too fast to try any fancy manoeuvres and even this one didn't quite work. It seems that there isn't actually room for me between his legs and the trolley! Owners Daughter was already standing with her hands on her hips by the time I worked out which way was up again. But to be fair to her there was a few bags of shopping which needed clearing up and Tesco Hoomun Yoof was complaining bitterly about the state of his trousers and that he had to sit all day in them. He left with another pair of The Owners trousers and a length of baler twine to hold them up with whilst Owners Daughter put all the shopping back in bags. Well if she looked more at what she was doing and not glare at me she might get on a bit quicker! I think I am going to be in the calf sheds at the farm if anyone wants me.