I'm dog sitting for my daughter Cass from Thursday, I can't walk her dog, he's far too strong for me. But she has organised a dog walker so Beano and I will keep Albie company and I will also feed her guinea pigs, she has loads of them. She never needs to mow the grass in the back garden, the piggies keep it short for her.
Steve isn't happy about me going to Cass's, he wants to know exactly what time I'm being collected (just so he can complain that it's inconvenient and demand the time is changed). I don't know what time, I'll get ready the night before. Cass is holidaying with her six children, two of whom have never flown before. She really is very busy and doesn't need to try to accommodate Steve's foibles. She will message me to let me know when she's on her way.
Then Steve decided we needed to order from the supermarket and get it delivered, so I had food to take with me. This was another attempt to find out what time I'm being collected. There is a shop in Cass's village so I won't starve, there is also a dog friendly pub that I can eat lunch in, and a coffee shop if I fancy cake.
Last night Steve decided he felt unwell so he wants to visit the Drs today. I think he's fine, he's just looking for an excuse to stop or delay my visit.
it's going to be hard to return here.
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