Monday, 13 August 2012
From bruise to balloon...
I wore it for the first time today. Titch, having been very rude about it (a lot of "WTFs?" and "OMGs!") decided that since I was now (theoretically) well-buffered, he could behave as badly as he liked. Which he proceeded to do. He danced in the road, ran away from a Landrover he's known for years, spooked at invisible things in hedges, and generally behaved like a prat.
"Are you going to write about all the amusing things I said?" he asked, as we arrived home (he likes to be quoted on this blog).
"No," I told him, "You don't deserve any more publicity."
But he did get a carrot. Just the one.