Pa is really, really, really NOT happy with me . . . I half-ate two sofa cushions yesterday (hardly an act of bloody terrorism!) . . . but I did leave a big mess in the lounge I suppose . . .
He says he doesn't know what to do with me? He then said he ought to DEPORT me!?
I'm a big hairy fella and I've lived rent-free in Old England for years now - I'm not worried about his threats - it'll never happen!
What's the worst that he can do? Chunks & water in the Doghouse for a few more days I reckon, then i'll get released and be back to normal. No pressure, easy-peasy.
xx.
(P.S; - Good luck to England tonight! )
