Leeds my arse!!! And that's where you can shove it as well. I'd just got used to being at this Newlay place when they up anchored and spirited me away from there at the most ungodly hour (the holiday has started by the way). Apparently they'd had no sleep. Not my problem people, not my problem.
Oh sure, Ange tried to molly-coddle me before we left but that was just a ruse so that the lummox could sneak out and start the engine without me knowing about it. Underhanded beyond belief the pair of em!
And now, here am I at some place called Clarence Dock in Leeds and personally I wouldn't thank you for it. I have to make do with what is basically a glorified plank to exercise on with not a single blade of grass or mouse to be found anywhere.
Then they went off out and left me for the night so that they could go and fill themselves with beer and Korean food to within an inch of bursting. Well, you should have heard the telling off I gave them on their return. And as for the sulking, it was magnificent. I sulked and stalked about the roof of my boat for ages whilst they sat and stewed in the wheelhouse shamefully drinking wine and doing their best to appease me. Well raspberries to them I thought.
I don't like it here, so up yours Leeds. I want mice and I want them now!!!
P x
