Never known my mum so mad. I’m locked away in the back room with my bed and a bowl of water, no biscuits, no loves.
The morning didn’t start well: my mum isn’t sleeping cos her back is hurting so she didn’t appreciate my enthusiastic greeting. Or pulling on the lead. Or trying to cross the road ahead of her. Or losing my Chuck It ball. Or getting sticky stuff on my head.
No, I kept the best till we arrived at the bowling green. I’ve done a few runs then decide I need to relieve myself – against someone’s bowling bag. If my mum hadn’t shrieked I doubt if any of the players would have noticed. She was incandescent.
I was marched home peremptorily. As we walked back it started to rain. I expect that will wash the bowling bag…
Sticky stuff on my head.