So, baby Pea Hen chicks over the next block, hey M Kaz? I’d really love to go see them, and play with them. No, you don’t have to worry about me wanting to eat them. You know I only like seafood flavours.
M Sooz wasn’t “watching me like a hawk” (whatever that is … if you want to know you’ll have to ask the Mummies) and when she opened the front door when they were going out to the Post office and breakfast this morning, I was off like a shot … which means pretty darn fast. It’s a pity no-one told me it was raining before I made it outside. I took shelter under the bench as I waited for them to come get me and thankfully it didn’t take too long. They called for me to come out, which I did, and then I bolted for the front door. I personally think M Kaz is right to be cautiously alarmed when I go into the yard without my harness and lead. She knows that, at any given moment, I am just one thought away from making a break for it. That’s just what Nigeys do.
Nigella ... 