What do a Volvo estate and a squirrel have in common? I can see you need time with this one, but I still don’t think you’ll get it. We saw both of them at the side of the road yesterday. The Volvo had simply managed to drive off the road, apparently due to the driver having been drinking. Luckily no one else was involved and the driver wasn’t hurt. It was altogether another story for the poor little red squirrel. Poor little thing had been involved in a fatal collision and was just lying there. I wondered if anyone had taken the trouble to notify the family and whether there was going to be a proper burial. I did ask my mistress if we should try to take the squirrel to the vet but she said it looked as though it was too late for that. I’m not sure which of us was more upset, me or my mistress.
Although I probably shouldn’t, I did have to laugh when I heard that a major water sports centre has had to close due to flooding. You would think that they would just be able to extend their range of activities and the area they operate over.
My mistress has resorted to seeking assistance to obtain a translation of the firm from the water board that she has to complete in triplicate. She said it is crazy, she is only leaving once! The house doesn’t look much like home anymore. My toys are still all round the house, but instead of being on rugs they are on bare floors. There are fewer cushions for me to snuggle up to and more boxed to trip over. I’ve got to the point where I just want it all to be over and done with and start to get to grips with hiding my toys in some new corners.