Thursday, December 28, 2006

On the fourth day of Christmas

Do you think someone should tell Charlie that she's going to have to wait another 361 days for Santa?

Oh, yes, Charlie is still with us. Daughter thought it would be a nice holiday for Charlie to stay in our house without that nuisance, Holly, bothering her. As we're going down to Devon on Sunday we can take Charlie home with us then. That was Daughter's reasoning.

Our belief is that they left Charlie here so they could have some peace. She spent most of last night trying to scratch her way out through the door of the room she was shut in. It was the Great Escape all over again.

But, to be fair, her burrowing wasn't responsible for waking us up: that was down to Elder Son on his frequent trips to the toilet. Between them though they did a good job of keeping us awake. It's no wonder I didn't get up until ten to twelve this morning.

I'm just off to clean the toilet now ...

2 comments:

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Poor Charlie! No, don't tell her; she looks so contented!

Anonymous said...

I'm just off to clean the toilet now ...

The ending to this post has me laughing big time.