Mess

Heavens! Their bedroom is a MESS. Nothing much left of the ceiling and dust everywhere. The workmen are wearing little face masks which look very silly and muffle their voices. (Just as well or She would have heard the language when one of them dropped a chisel onto his boot.) Myself went up to help but the dust made Me sneeze and didn't taste nice when I washed it off My paws. So left them largely to it. Apart from sleeping just outside the door where they could find Me when they came in or out with coffee mugs. Luckily She had covered all the furniture, or there would be an interesting brown stain on the carpet and bedspread now.

The mean old Fred got hit with a fallen pear lobbed by Him after it had shouted for food rather too long and loudly. Marched off in a huff and snacked outside the chicken pen instead.