I sat with my Mistress to watch the France against Uruguay match on television on Friday. Yet again there were little men running round the pitch stopping each other from doing anything interesting. Ninety minutes and no goals! How exciting can it get? It turns out that when these two teams have met over the years there have been no goals for the last twenty-five years. What is the point of them playing? Why don’t they just save everyone the boredom and call it quits. It didn’t help my Mistress much in her forecasting of the game results. She had France down to win 2 goals to 1. I suppose if she’d bothered to look at their recent performance before making her predictions she might have been a little less optimistic.
I don’t think I told you that the wood store has been delivered. Now you can call my Mistress naïve if you want to, but she wasn’t expecting it to come as a pile of wood, a set of instructions and some screws. She, in her imagination, had pictured it arriving ready built. Given that my Master’s back is still playing up she is faced with having to build it on her own. Mind you, given that she is going into hospital I think it is destined to stand in pieces for a while before anyone does anything with it. It just goes to show that the plan of buying it in plenty of time before needing a wood delivery was a good idea. I’m going to open a book on whether it is built before my granddad comes to stay in July or whether he is going to be called upon to assist.
Now this isn’t perhaps the thing to be discussing with you, but I have discovered from first paw experience that eating seed does help to regulate going to the toilet. Well, when I say regulate I might actual mean it seems I am producing far more that needs clearing up as a result of eating all the bird seed than I was before. My Mistress has asked if I would cut down a little bit, particularly as I had to get her up early yesterday because I needed to go.