Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Whilst we were away, Gail and I often wondered how our little Marmalade was getting on back in Beeston. We had asked our neighbour 'Uncle Brian' to keep an eye on her and make sure she got some food. Although by all accounts, she has restaurants all along our road, and never goes hungry.
When we arrived back, we both whistled her, and she came running. She was obviously pleased to see us, as us her. But after a while, she was back to her old self and fell asleep on her throne.