My 2 recently acquired friendly maggies appear to have "dumped" me! They seem to have deserted my breakfast table; presumably they've found better digs after complaining about my slow service.
It's not the first time I've been dumped (never a dumper), but I'm somewhat miffed after nurturing them through what has been a miserable Winter.
That's gratitude for you! It's enough to drive a man to drink, (if he wasn't there already.) Now I miss their warbling and our conversations.
I'm reminded of Spike Milligan; "I talk to the trees. That's why they put me away!"
Maybe they'll come to their senses soon.
It's not nice being dumped, but talking about it might ease the pain.
C'est la Vie
Kate Garroway-Care at home costs
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