Breakfast time. Sophie lets out her 'there's someone at the front door' bark and rushes out of the kitchen. Big brother follows her. Sophie reappears. With Bob distracted she eats her kibbles and then makes a start on his. Bob is an innocent. It would never enter his mind that Sophie would try to steal his food. This is perhaps why he's as lean as a working farm dog while she has become increasingly curvaceous. Meal times are now closely monitored.
The air conditioning in the little Skoda has gone wrong. It churns out super heated air. Just what you need in 90 degree temperatures. After a day in the workshop the morose young mechanic helpfully informs me '' can't find nothing wrong with it guv ".
Sophie likes to drink from the irrigation system. She has two choices. The sprinkler heads or the perforated pipe that waters the laurel hedge. Both lead to a bad hair day.
The lady in the chocolate shop has guimauves for sale. Turns out to be marshmallow. Long thin tubes of chocolate coated marshmallow. An acquired taste.
