Worse

It goes from bad to worse with Him. As if all yesterday's flashes weren't bad enough, early this morning an ultimate embarrassment happened. And He actually laughed. At Myself. Long and very loud.

Went up nice and early to say good morning while They were still in bed to show that yesterday's incident with the camera was forgotten. Noticed the window was open wider than usual and that there was a broken twig of kiwi vine hanging outside. The smell is Out Of This World. Better even than blackcurrant bushes. So I leaned out to get a stronger whiff. Joy. Just had to rub My face on it. Bad idea. My paws slipped.

Crashed through the kiwi on to the conservatory roof. Sad to say this was wet and gave no paw-hold whatsoever.

Slid all the way to the edge.

Tried to grab the guttering but missed.

Landed on an acer bush on the bank.

He laughed like a drain. Especially at the slide marks on the glass roof.

Although I squashed His acer a bit more, Much More, is required. He must be Made To Feel Sorry. Shall go lie on his new lettuces and cogitate upon the problem.