I haven\u2019t got to sleep on a park bench. More to the point I haven\u2019t got to be the blanket for my mistress sleeping on a park bench. I had a phone call yesterday to say that my mistress has found us a nice house in the middle of nowhere. I\u2019m not sure why being in the middle of nowhere is a good thing but my mistress seems to think that it is. She hasn\u2019t signed all the paperwork yet so I suppose something could still go wrong, but as far as she is concerned that is the place we will be calling home for a while. It is a shame I\u2019m not there to give it a good sniff before we move in, I suppose I will just have to trust her. To be honest from the sound of her week I am probably glad that I\u2019m not there, she has driven nearly 2000 kilometres this week, which is more than enough for any dog.<\/p>\n
My little car is officially English again all my mistress has to do now is give back the Belgian number plates. She is going to look quite funny coming back on a train carrying a number plate. It\u2019s the end of an era. I think my car may be having an identity crisis. It was originally built in Italy, then it was sent to Germany, they then sold it to England where my mistress bought it. It then had to move to Belgium and has now moved back to England. I wonder if that\u2019s it now, or whether it might like to try another country or two.<\/p>\n
My mistress also told me that while I\u2019m away there is someone going to \u2018deal with\u2019 the moles. I\u2019m not sure quite what that entails, but I can\u2019t think that from a mole\u2019s point of view \u2018being dealt with\u2019 is a good thing.<\/p>\n
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