I was given a wonderful gift of a new mountain bike. A wonderful thing, very fast and dangerous, bit like me(sic), and decided to go for a quick whizz around the forest to expand the legs whilst avoiding various segments of MTV, and a band rehersing upstairs..
On returning, the people rehersing and MTVing, had left the buliding locked up , quite correctly, I might add, however, I had no key.
I borrowed a ladder from the neighbour, and broke into my abode through the spare window, terrified that the dog would bite my ankles to pieces.
After much cursing, and knocking over of vases, I made my way downstairs, in fear of Flinty the dog.
I opened the office door.
Flinty was sound asleep, on the computer chair,she stretched, yawned and walked towards the dog food tins.
I am so glad I have such a protector:dry: