A relaxing morning having a massage followed by a chat to a friend over a pot of tea, crumpets and a tea cake. Very nice to catch up on what has been going on in our lives - quite a lot of BIG things between us so it was good to talk. We went to a local tea room which is run by a girl with autism and she has had some very good publicity lately. It was very nice and was very busy. I hope she does well.
As we wandered back to our cars, we saw this chap sitting outside the chemist's shop looking longingly at the door. I hope he didn't have to wait too long.
And so, the poem for today:
My Master's Voice is what I need.
The voice of calm and authority.
I wait, I wait. I wait.
For who? Male? Female?
How do I know? Both?
No, No. Not that sort.
I love her with four
loving paws and licking tongue,
a bark, a whine,
I wait. I wait. I wait.