It's piss-wet through outside and I'm not happy. We're now at some place called Castleford and I'm not too happy with that either. The last place we stayed at after leaving that awful Leeds was Woodlesford which was great because I actually got two mice in the space of an hour or so. You should have seen the lummox taking the second one outside in his birthday suit. Good job it was dark! Fat oaf. I laughed to myself until tears came. Ange gave me some cross words and a few glances and even had the temerity to call me 'naughty!' Who does she think she is talking to me like that? I tried to catch another one to teach her a lesson but couldn't find one. Never mind. Maybe on the way back.
So here we are at Castleford, in the rain and I'm miffed. They know I don't like it so why bring me here. At the mooring there are places I can go when it rains, whilst here I have to console myself with hogging the bed all day our sprawling across the table to my hearts content. But don't worry gentle reader, for as soon as it stops I'm off out there and those rodents better be ready!
Apparently, there is also something wrong with the engine and they're waiting on somebody coming to fix it. A poor excuse if you ask me. I want to go back to Woodlesford!
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