This facebook
post has popped up from two years ago
As we were finishing our post
prandial coffee the cat could be heard crunching on the chicken bones she had excavated
from the kitchen bin, scattering bits of rubbish over the floor.
I commented on the mess and
wondered who would clean it up, considering himself had left the bones within
reach "to give her a treat".
"I'm off upstairs" he
says making for the kitchen door.
"You
are a bastard, you know that don't you?"
"Oh
yes, but considering how I used to be I'm positively lovely."
All
together now
So like
the home life of our own dear Queen
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