I think Pa's expecting trouble, maybe a terrorist attack or gang warfare? He's got sandbags blocking our front door, he's moved all his furniture & stuff upstairs and he's parked his Audi at the top of the road out of sight . . .
Maybe he works for MI5 & I never knew ? Perhaps I should get in touch with my pal Spy Dog to assist if needed ? Maybe I'll just sleep on it for a while - I'm going upstairs to try to find my blanket & have a kip.
Have a lovely day, Simon Gotobed, missing the goggle-box already, xx.
