Truce

We are having a truce in the bed wars. The fire is on and there's only one place to be.

Bed Saga Continues

This bed business has not been much fun. Since Carlsberg got ideas above her station, Beanz and I have had to sleep on the floor while she gets the best bed in the house.

But then I developed a cunning plan. So cunning that in the words of Black Adder, you could put a tail on it and call it a fox. Only I call it, "Mission Bunkbed"

I thought Mission Bunkbed was win-win until I felt the evil eye. Foiled!

I will have to start work on plan B.

Allotment Relaunched

TJam and the dogs went to the allotment at the crack of dawn to start putting a fence around it. So far they have done a gate frame and dug holes for the posts. And they claim to be exhausted.

Meanwhile, I have been enjoying reading "Your Dog" magazine and laughing at all those stupid canines. They think they are so clever. They should try being a cat.

Meanwhile, I have been enjoying the mattress. Very nice. Very nice indeed. Keep up the payments TJam.

Good Night's Sleep

Today, TJam hoiked me off the bed to make way for a new matress. She is very excited about it and is hoping to, at last, have a good night's sleep. I will let you know.