'Ello me old muckers... it's been a while since I wrote to you
but I've been inspired this week!
Did I mention it was me birf'day last week?
No? Well it was... I'm now
a big five years old and I guess that makes me almost middle aged. Me human Richard always says that a labrador
is a stomach attached to a life support system... and that's what's happening
to me.
Then he goes on to say that the lary poodle in me is giving way
to the lazy labrador.
Very complimentary is ol' Dickie boy, ain't he just, but I don't
agree with a word he says... ever.
Never mind, I wanted to write to you today about... someone.
I've written about that someone before. You should read the blog about white
coffee. You know the one. This person was asked to make coffee for everyone. When he took ages Richard went to find him...
there he was holding a jar of coffee, still looking in the cupboard. 'What are you doing?' Asks Richard.
'Well, I've found this coffee,' comes the reply, 'But I can't find the
white coffee.'
Anyway, this story is about the same person.
Me other human, Renee, was working late and having a tough time
sorting out something that should have been easy. Our hero or heroine (not me on this occasion
but the subject of me story) came over and hovered by her desk.
'What?' Says Renee, pretty
sharp.
'I just wondered if you wanted some chocolate.'
Immediate change in demeanour.
'Oh, yes please. Thank you very
much.'
'What sort do you have?'
'Just milk chocolate, please.'
And off he or she toddles to the shop.
A few minutes later in he or she comes with a large bar of white
chocolate... in fact, it must have been the largest Milky Bar in the shop.
It's an easy mistake to make! It's the same colour as milk!
And the thought was very much in the right place!
Execution might have been a slight issue but never mind. It did give me a little chuckle at the end of
a very busy day - a busy day for everyone else, that is.
