The Chelsea bar was busy, as usual for a Friday evening. The miscreant and his granny were sat outside enjoying the spectacle as I cycled from work to meet them. I got a round in and nattered away.
It started lightheartedly. The suggestion that a puppy would be bought, a kennel built and fencing erected in our back garden to mark off the dog compound. But when the plan appeared to be more than a vague hope for a cuddly pet, I started to lay down the law. No pets. I remember mucking out the guinea pigs’ cages, and the lack of help I got then.
That was a long time ago, but if you can’t remember to clean your own room today, what are the chances you’ll remember to walk the dog and clean up the poo? Not a task that I will be taking on in addition to all the support services I already provide.
odespinner 