Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
I am sorry for writing my diary late today but I have been at bereavement counselling. Even after today I am desolate, inconsolable and beyond comfort. This week I have murdered my new little friend. I didnt mean to, it was a dreadful accident, but I should be punished for my heinous crimes. How was I supposed to know little mice dont know how to do the river dance? When he started jumping about around my water bucket my mind was instantly transported back to the emerald isle of my birth and I joined in. With disastrous consequences . I console myself with the fact that he died quickly. My 2/3 of a tonne weight poised delicately on one leg landing firmly on his head mid enthusiastic dosy do, sent him to mouse heaven quite quickly. I am a bad horse
In an unrelated incident Pride and I nearly sent Dad to human heaven. Luckily it appears the fences that bite do make humans squark rather loud but they dont kill them. Which is good .. The fact the fence bit him on the bum actually was quite funny but as Pride and I had shoved him into aforementioned fence we did have to run away before we laughed too hard. I know how good a shot Dad is with leadropes!
Dad isnt too chuffed with me this week as he took me out on my own on weds without a wingman and we saw lots of those huge scary tractors. Now admittedly there was probably no need for the totally hissy fit in the middle of the road but since fancy pants gets away with I thought Id have a go too. I have since learnt that hissy fits hurt my bum. Im not sure how the two things are related but I can assure you they are. My bum is still stinging ..
Mum was home yesterday and cool new shoes man came to give me some cool new shoes. I was feeling in quite a loving mood so kept leaning fondly against him and licking his back. Judging from the things he said and his heavy breathing I think he quite enjoyed these brief cuddles. I quite liked them too as it meant he held me up for a few minutes so I could take a load off. He didnt half go a funny colour though. Maybe he was embarrassed by this public display of affection?
Anyway I am writing this whilst shivering as mum was mean and put me out without a coat on this morning. Can one of you suggest she looks at the television thing that I hear other peoples mums talking about which tells you the weather? A boy could get a chill. Just because I look well hard doesnt mean to say I am. I am a delicate little flower really just a large ginger delicate flower with big feet ..that kill little mice.
I am sorry for writing my diary late today but I have been at bereavement counselling. Even after today I am desolate, inconsolable and beyond comfort. This week I have murdered my new little friend. I didnt mean to, it was a dreadful accident, but I should be punished for my heinous crimes. How was I supposed to know little mice dont know how to do the river dance? When he started jumping about around my water bucket my mind was instantly transported back to the emerald isle of my birth and I joined in. With disastrous consequences . I console myself with the fact that he died quickly. My 2/3 of a tonne weight poised delicately on one leg landing firmly on his head mid enthusiastic dosy do, sent him to mouse heaven quite quickly. I am a bad horse
In an unrelated incident Pride and I nearly sent Dad to human heaven. Luckily it appears the fences that bite do make humans squark rather loud but they dont kill them. Which is good .. The fact the fence bit him on the bum actually was quite funny but as Pride and I had shoved him into aforementioned fence we did have to run away before we laughed too hard. I know how good a shot Dad is with leadropes!
Dad isnt too chuffed with me this week as he took me out on my own on weds without a wingman and we saw lots of those huge scary tractors. Now admittedly there was probably no need for the totally hissy fit in the middle of the road but since fancy pants gets away with I thought Id have a go too. I have since learnt that hissy fits hurt my bum. Im not sure how the two things are related but I can assure you they are. My bum is still stinging ..
Mum was home yesterday and cool new shoes man came to give me some cool new shoes. I was feeling in quite a loving mood so kept leaning fondly against him and licking his back. Judging from the things he said and his heavy breathing I think he quite enjoyed these brief cuddles. I quite liked them too as it meant he held me up for a few minutes so I could take a load off. He didnt half go a funny colour though. Maybe he was embarrassed by this public display of affection?
Anyway I am writing this whilst shivering as mum was mean and put me out without a coat on this morning. Can one of you suggest she looks at the television thing that I hear other peoples mums talking about which tells you the weather? A boy could get a chill. Just because I look well hard doesnt mean to say I am. I am a delicate little flower really just a large ginger delicate flower with big feet ..that kill little mice.