Yes it was me, but no I didn\u2019t mean to do it and you really wouldn\u2019t think that something as small as that could cause so much harm! My Mistress was just about to unplug the vacuum cleaner from the socket on the landing when I came along, a little bit excited and wondering what I was missing in the world. I ran right into the cleaner wire. I just didn\u2019t see it. I pulled it out of the wall, but held my paw up to say, \u2018Don\u2019t worry, I\u2019m not hurt.\u2019 My Mistress on the other hand said something like \u2018Ow\u2019. How could she be hurt, she wasn\u2019t the one that ran into the wire? Then she rolled up her trouser leg and you will never believe what I\u2019d done. The sudden friction of the wire around her ankle had left quite a bad burn. As I said to her, \u2018Look on the bright side, at least when you\u2019re writing your next crime book, if you have someone tied up with an electrical cable, you now know first hand just how bad the marks are that it can leave.\u2019 Strangely she didn\u2019t seem much cheered by this.<\/p>\n
My Master nearly didn\u2019t get his flight this week. He was busy playing on the computer when his taxi arrived, two hours before he was expecting it. It\u2019s funny how even at his age the twenty four hour clock is still a complete mystery and when he sees 15.15 written down as the time, his brain can still register it as 5pm instead of 3. It\u2019s the numbers that do it. I find it much easier to rely on my body clock than worry about watching hands going round. Occasionally it means I jump into bed with my Mistress a bit before she was expecting me in the morning, but at least she never oversleeps!<\/p>\n
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