Puzzle: How did the white wine end up all over me?
So....UD Almeria only drew 2-2 against Girona last night, a lucky equalizer for Girona in injury time, we departed Bar Atalyón and went home a bit deflated. Deciding to sit in the courtyard for a bit, I totally forgot about the mangled Pidgeon I ignored earlier...blasted cats.
But I guess if I could choose I'd rather a Pidgeon than a Swallow...is that a bit Mengele-like selection process? Oh dear...perhaps I should take the All God's creatures approach...
Anyway, I put out 2 chairs - taken in out of the rain the night before - and Stan binned the offending bird. (The de- feathered kind, not me.)
I went to get the corkscrew, we re-entered the courtyard to find Trixie the most spoiled and smallest dog on the planet (think Littlest Pet Shop - how the hell did I allow my daughter to have toys with that name?) on his chair.
He removed her, she bounced back...after a few rounds of dog tennis, he relented and got another chair - for himself, she insisted on her first chair of choice.
So 3 chairs.
I left temporarily and returned to find the Murderous cat on my chair. Lifted her off, got stabbed by her set of sharp knives, put her down - turned around and she was back. Got another chair.
4 chairs.
Discovered 4th chair was damp, neither the cat nor I wanted it, the dog refused point blank, so I was reduced to sitting in the sun lounger, in the dark. Not conducive to sipping wine from a narrow flute glass.
Murderous crossed eyed cat nº2 decided to sit on me.
Ergo...
I went downstairs to watch re run of " The next Z list 'celeb' Factor" , or was it "Britain's got No Talent"or whatever......I don't know...
So....UD Almeria only drew 2-2 against Girona last night, a lucky equalizer for Girona in injury time, we departed Bar Atalyón and went home a bit deflated. Deciding to sit in the courtyard for a bit, I totally forgot about the mangled Pidgeon I ignored earlier...blasted cats.
But I guess if I could choose I'd rather a Pidgeon than a Swallow...is that a bit Mengele-like selection process? Oh dear...perhaps I should take the All God's creatures approach...
Anyway, I put out 2 chairs - taken in out of the rain the night before - and Stan binned the offending bird. (The de- feathered kind, not me.)
I went to get the corkscrew, we re-entered the courtyard to find Trixie the most spoiled and smallest dog on the planet (think Littlest Pet Shop - how the hell did I allow my daughter to have toys with that name?) on his chair.
He removed her, she bounced back...after a few rounds of dog tennis, he relented and got another chair - for himself, she insisted on her first chair of choice.
So 3 chairs.
I left temporarily and returned to find the Murderous cat on my chair. Lifted her off, got stabbed by her set of sharp knives, put her down - turned around and she was back. Got another chair.
4 chairs.
Discovered 4th chair was damp, neither the cat nor I wanted it, the dog refused point blank, so I was reduced to sitting in the sun lounger, in the dark. Not conducive to sipping wine from a narrow flute glass.
Murderous crossed eyed cat nº2 decided to sit on me.
Ergo...
I went downstairs to watch re run of " The next Z list 'celeb' Factor" , or was it "Britain's got No Talent"or whatever......I don't know...
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