This reoccurred today....Storm is the older dog and Finlay the naughty puppy.
Storm... Remember a couple of weeks ago I told you there were days when it's best to make yourself scarce.
Finlay...Oh no...is today one of those days?
Storm...looking like it it's going to be.
Finlay.. But it started off so well..Dad plonked me on the bed just as he was leaving for work and I wrapped myself round her head and farted and snored for at least half an hour.
Storm..I know Bro...I was fooled too. All that washing and ironing done by 10.30 could have meant she would have been in the garden by 10.35.
Finlay... Well why wasn't she and why are we down in this dark place?
Storm... It's called the cellar... She comes down here to work on that box thing on the desk.
Finlay...well that's ok then isn't it?
Storm...nope..see those boxes ...they contain 'Summer Clothes '
Finlay...do we have Summer Clothes..?
Storm..No we don't which is why you will never see us performing the spectacle that's about to take place.
Finlay....Gulp. is it going to get really bad?
Storm...it can go two ways...
Finlay... which way do we want it to go...?
Storm... Just hope and pray that when she opens the boxes and starts taking things out and holding then up against her that she starts smiling and at end of it all she skips (poetic licence) up the stairs humming Canol y Llan very loudly.
Finlay...and the other way it can go?
Storm... That's when it can get dangerous... Her face turns a funny colour especially when she tries to do up that zip thing and her lallies won't be contained by the material stretched tight across them and explode out from under her armpits. Clothes start flying in all directions and she mutters incomprehensible sentences that sound like' nothing but a lettuce leaf until August'...'b.st..d things have shrunk in storage'. Then she grabs a black sack and starts thrusting armfuls of stuff into it whilst sort of whimpering.
Finlay...I don't think I want to be here today.
Storm....no choice Mate but if you see me scarper at speed up those stairs it means its all going Pete Tong and I suggest you hotfoot out of pronto.
Storm....Finlay where are you? Finlay bruv what are you doing?
Finlay... I'm up here in the sitting room eating through the internet cable again.
Storm...Good thinking... That'll distract her. I'm off to dig up those fancy named green things she put in the garden yesterday.
So it begins….. Streeting resigns
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?
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