My master said \u201cYou can\u2019t write that in your diary. It will make me look stupid.\u201d To which I replied \u201cand your point is?\u201d So here goes. My mistress had to have the windows open yesterday as she was getting asthma from packing, so my master sat working with his coat on. My mistress said if he moved about more then he would get warm, but he didn\u2019t seem to think that was a good idea. Instead he resorted to putting the electric heater on. All was well and good until the room had got hot and stuffy to the extent that my mistress asked if he could now unplug it again. An hour later when it was really hot in there she went to investigate and said \u201cI thought you unplugged this.\u201d \u201cI did\u201d said my master, \u201clook there\u2019s the plug.\u201d \u201cNo\u201d said my mistress that\u2019s your laptop you\u2019ve unplugged, the heater is still plugged in.\u201d What more can I say?<\/p>\n
My mistress is trying to get everything packed and sorted and in the process had left a plant pot saucer by the front door. She said she was going to put it out, but I thought it looked untidy there so it moved it to next to the French windows, where it had been when the plant was still alive.<\/p>\n
I said goodbye to my friend Cuckoo yesterday. It was all a bit sad really. I finally find a puppy that looks up to me and now I have to leave. Saying goodbye is all right until you have to think about it. Where\u2019s my leaving party? Why haven\u2019t my friends been invited round? My master and mistress are seeing all their friends this evening, but I\u2019m not even invited. I even promised not to chase Matilda if they took me.<\/p>\n
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