There is a new category of rubbish in our household and that is rubbish that Shadow borrows to use as a toy. This mainly consists of plastic bottles that can be thrown in the air and chased round the garden. Everyone thinks it\u2019s huge fun, except my Mistress who is concerned that the kitchen and garden are starting to look like a refuse site. I said to her \u2018Look on the bright side, it\u2019s a cheap form of entertainment and you can always round them up and throw them away at intervals, as you know it won\u2019t be long before some more are available.\u2019 She sort of grunted at me, which I am taking as resigned acceptance.<\/p>\n
My Master managed to get yet another flat tyre. I\u2019ve never known anyone manage quite so many flat tyres and it makes me wonder where exactly he\u2019s taking the car. On the bright side, he\u2019s almost on first name terms with the people in the tyre replacement place. The whole process does seem to include a large amount of waiting around for the work to be done. Someone needs to invent a tyre that can\u2019t be punctured. We look back and laugh at wooden wheels but maybe they weren\u2019t such bad things after all. Progress isn\u2019t always advantageous. Mind you, I wouldn\u2019t fancy going over some of the local pot holes on wooden wheels. It would be a bit of a bumpy ride and there would be a lot of potential for getting stuck in a rut.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m pleased to report that the plants still seem to be alive, although there is no sign of the bulbs coming through yet. I thought of having a bit of a dig to see if anything was going on down there, but my Mistress said that would not be helpful. I told Shadow she had better get her paws cleaned quickly, so that my Mistress didn\u2019t see them.<\/p>\n
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