The recycling situation is becoming more like Belgium every day. My Mistress has now obtained a \u2018blue bag\u2019 this can be put out with the \u2018blue box\u2019 and the \u2018grey bin\u2019. These are not to be confused with the \u2018green bin\u2019. The blue bag is for paper but not cardboard and envelopes but not window envelopes. I am quite surprised that they have not get got as far as specifying exactly which weights of paper can be included!<\/p>\n
I am starting to conclude that nowhere is safe. My Mistress should never have been allowed to go to a session for writers of crime fiction on ideas for weapons from everyday objects. It\u2019s all very well her reassuring me it is purely about ideas to be used in a fictional capacity only; I chase rabbits in a fictional capacity and the only thing stopping me doing it in practice is \u2018opportunity\u2019.<\/p>\n
If that wasn\u2019t bad enough I asked her about all the red signs we see around here. Oh that\u2019s ok then, they are just army bases and airforce bases. I\u2019m starting to think that in the event of any sort of hostility I\u2019d like to be anywhere other than where I am. Do you think that the Pet Dogs Democratic Party could declare independence and neutrality on the part of our village and demand a fifty mile exclusion zone for any sort of combat or military activity? I\u2019d prefer the exclusion zone to be 250 miles but I think I might be pushing my luck on that one and I might have taken over a few other countries in the process. Perhaps it would be better if politics were left to dogs. We could mark all our new country boundaries by peeing on the lamp posts.<\/p>\n
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