Eleven O'clock! Eleven-bloody-o'clock!!! That's what time they rolled home at. Sunday night I mean. Eleven o'clock on Sunday-bloody-night. They didn't come home at all on Saturday, choosing instead to go sauntering off and stay over at some place called St Anns. St Anns? Huh! Blackpool by any other name to me and you gentle reader. Off they went on another jolly to the seaside leaving poor little me to fend all for myself. Of course when I say fend for myself I mean that I had to spend the night alone on my boat in the cold. Do they honestly expect me to light a fire? Get soot on my gorgeous paws? Not likely my friends, not likely. They did at least employ some kitchen staff before they went in the form of Becky who did her best I suppose but damn it, we've had this conversation before haven't we? I won't stand being left home alone for days on end and it simply won't do. I let them know in no uncertain terms how strongly I felt about it. You should have heard me giving them a powerful meowing as soon as they got out of the car. Their shame and embarrassment was palpable and it was clear that they knew they were in the wrong and attempted to appease me with a bowlful of Dreamies. I ate them but my indignation was painfully clear.
They went to Southport as well whilst they were there. Well whoop-de-doo and bully for them. Mincing around the coast whilst I'm sat here guarding my boat all alone. I can just picture them now. Eating rock, wolfing down fish & chips, swilling lager, poncing around in kiss-me-quick hats, building sand castles, strolling along the prom-prom-bloody-prom and listening to the brass band playing tiddly-om-sodding-pom-pom. Balls !
The lummox has posted some photos on that waste of internet space he laughingly describes as a blog but I have given them no more than a cursory glance. I could give him a few lessons on blogging. If he had any sense he'd take more photos of the magnificent feline that has chosen to live with them and post them on his effort. It would give people something to look at rather than some piffling old tower and a bit of slightly choppy sea.
Blackpool! Huh!
P x
