We are blessed with excellent
next-door neighbours.
They are diligent and caring cat-minders when we are
away, and generous payers when Thunderthighs returns the favour with their
cats.
So my heart fell a little when I got this text yesterday morning.
"Does Thunderthighs deliver the Homemaker newspaper?"
Worrying that they may have got fed up with the noise and smell of the family I replied:
"No but we should still have the one that came with Saturday's Journal if you want it. Ferretfingers hoards them. We are out until tea time."
"Ah. In that case, does that explain the half-hundredweight of copies that are in our recycling bin? I assumed they'd been dumped by a delivery person."
"Yes it was a megameltdown & tantrum day and he'd already dug them out of our bin twice so I wz desper8. He's 2 idle 2 go all the way 2 your bin."
"Ha OK That explains everything. I couldn't work out if there were the surplus at the end of a delivery or something. You get to give the lad credit, they were in pristine condition 😀"
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