Monday 23 November 2020

Pompey's Dread

 I have to get up really early tomorrow but it's important to make known the fact that Pompey has apparently decided to imitate his brother and grow nasty matted little dreadlocks in the patch of strange Bunyip Bluegum-like muttonchop fuzz which protrudes from behind each ear.  He doesn't know how to do it properly though of course - how could he, he just lies down on my bed and lies and lies and lies there until something briefly causes him to get up, then he lies down again as soon as he can and the whole lying-down in total peace and comfort and being almost completely asleep thing, the whole nightmare of that, happens again. So because he does not pay attention he only grew one dread and it was very inexpertly anchored to his head and I was able to just grab it and wriggle it away from his head while I was patting him just now. It looks like a sea monster. 


The fact of the matter is I got out of bed to tell you this and you are not even grateful.



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