Another Chinese Take Away

The Owner has been a little grumpy of late, I mean grumpier than usual. I thought it best not to tempt fate too much by getting hairs and slobber all over the keyboard so I scribbled notes on my pad in the boot room and hid it behind my food bin. I can report on my adventures and findings on the hoomun condition in times to come. He went off yesterday and came back smelling of hospitals again. Last night he announced that as it was Good Friday it called for a takeaway. Well I was as confused as you are, as far as I am able to tell today is Friday and I have found nothing about it to warrant it being called good. However, last night he ordered a Friday takeaway to be delivered. The attentive amongst you will recall the last delivery of Chinese takeaway when I caused a little problem when I appeared behind Chinese Delivery Yoof and he seemed a little overawed by my appearance. This time they arrived en mass with a car full of four Chinese Delivery Yoofs in a very posh delivery car. Well I was very anxious to make some kind of amends for the last occasion and so when the driver yoof jumped out to talk with The Owner he left his door open and the gate not closed properly. I took my moment and jumped in the car to say hello to the others, I reasoned I could say hello to Chinese Delivery Yoof when he returned from talking to The Owner. They seemed generally pleased to see me and squealed and giggled a lot which made me jump around a lot more, but when Chinese Delivery Yoof got back he must have had one of those bad heads that The Owner gets on a Saturday morning as he kept holding his head and said "My Dad'll kill me!.... His car!" over and over again. Not sure what he meant by that?! The Owner must have had a bad head too as he scowled a lot and then held his head in his hands as well. I was getting the distinct vibe that I was being held responsible for something.