Turmoil

Sorry for leaving you dangling a little yesterday over the whole saggy bottom - hot coals in the wheelie bin - thing. Yesterday was one of those occasions when I really rather wished that paws and claws could use the green felt tip pen on The Owner in the same manner that he threatens to use it on me when confronted by circumstances which, for that moment, exceed my understanding of the matter. He also has hours of fun on a Sunday morning when the papers arrive as he rifles through the pages looking for photographs of celebrities and politicians, caught out by their own pompousness. or just outright stupidity and have not the faintest idea why and writes the word "Turmoil" across their foreheads with the green felt tip pen. You may recall on Friday how The Owner deposited some hot ashes in the plastic wheelie bin and when I left to go off on patrol, the side of the wheelie bin was beginning to resemble an elephants saggy bottom, and there were just the odd whisp or two of smoke appearing from around the lid. Yesterday, being a Saturday, was a day of great domestic activity around the cottage as The Owner flew around the place with a duster and the ruddy Dyson. At some time after lunch, he arrives at the point in the ritual where the bin liner needs changing and carries the old one up to the bins to be deposited into the green wheelie bin.... the one that was melting yesterday! Upon rounding the corner, I have to admit to being slightly astounded at the sight myself! The wheelie bin, formerly around five feet high, was now a shadow of its former self at about eighteen inches tall and surrounded by a solidified lake of green plastic! The Owners face was a picture, one fully in need of the addition of the word "Turmoil" in green felt tip pen across the forehead! He stood there for a full ten minutes surveying the scene before him; part trying to work out what the hell had happened to his wheelie bin and part trying to work out just how he was going to convince everyone that it was someone else's fault. I feel tomorrow could be an interesting call to listen in on when he rings the Council Hoomuns to try and get a new wheelie bin and convince them it had nothing to do with his hot embers.