The Owner's Meeting with Council Lady Hoomun

Update on the whole melted wheelie bin saga. The Owner rang the council and was warming up nicely by shouting at the hold music they were playing as they moved him from department to department until someone was silly enough to ask "The" question, "How can I help you Sir?". There then followed a litany of complaints, ranging from pot holes in the road to surly attitude from council employees. To the point when he was about to be passed on to a more appropriate department for dealing with grumpy hoomuns who complain a lot, when he brought the subject of his wheelie bin up. After much argument, which he appeared, from where I sat, to be losing, he had a kind of moment of inspiration. He told the Council Lady Hoomun it had been struck by lightning and suggested they had a meeting. Yesterday was the day of the meeting and I was quite excited about it. The Owner often goes out and tells me I can't come with him as he is having a meeting. But yesterday the meeting was to be held here at the studio so I was going to see what one of them was for the first time. When Council Lady Hoomun arrived, The Owner launched straight into another diatribe about the shortcomings of the council, local government generally and many other things which he clearly needed to get off his chest, to the bemusement of Council Lady Hoomun. He eventually moved on to the subject of how he should not be held responsible for when Council property, (presumably wheelie bins) get struck by lightning. So that was what was behind this! The Owner is afraid he may have to pay for the new wheelie bin! Now, in my understanding, lightning usually happens when the weather is warm and is cloudy and I spent a great deal of time yesterday sat in the doorway looking up, but I never did see a cloud that may have been responsible. I still think it was the glowing embers that did it! The Owner seemed to be winning and pointed wildly to the remains of the wheelie bin in the corner of a shed and Council Lady Hoomun seemed to be giving in. He does that a lot, keeps on about it long enough until people just give in to shut him up and then he thinks he has proven the point. So I lost interest and went looking for something else to amuse myself with. I started having a root around in what remained of the wheelie bin to see if there may have been a morsel in there somewhere that would be good for a chomp. My snifter informed me that there may well have been something worthy of further exploration lurking in there somewhere and so started digging. I was warming well to my task, although I had to be a bit careful as some of the embers were still glowing. I had quite a heap of ash building behind me when Council Lady Hoomun happened to notice my efforts and seemed to somehow connect the large quantity of warm ash and the melted bin and placed a bill for a new bin in The Owners hand and jumped in her car and drove off with that kind of emphatic air about her that I have often noticed Lady Hoomuns have with The Owner. The Owner isn't speaking to me still today and I get the feeling that it will be the boot room for me again this evening. The second night running. Still, the good bit is that a new bin was delivered today and I have wee'd on it already!