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Words from a Bird.  Day 91

I had a complaint when I got into work, about how late I was in publishing the blog this morning   I did think about lying, but in the end, decided that honesty is always best...(unless your husband is asking whether his stomach looks big in a shirt, in which case, lie through your teeth)

'Reg decided to redecorate the utility room in an early 1970's style, focussing on browns and oranges with some lime green thrown in for contrast'.

This was what I was greeted with this morning, and sitting in the middle was Reg, looking like he'd had a very bad set of lowlights put in, happy as a pig in....  well, you know what I mean.  I had to clean the floor in three stages which involved, in no particular order, an entire kitchen roll, two mop heads, disinfectant, a perfumed candle and three cloths.  So this is why my blog was late this morning.  I was up to my neck in s**t.

Having cleaned Reg up, Percy was prepared to welcome him back into the kitchen, and the schnauzer wrestling started up.  It's funny listening to them, as they make the same noise, but probably a couple of octaves apart.  This is what I think they're saying.

Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'Go away'
Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'I'm not interested'
Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'I am too old and sensible, go away'
Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'I can't be bothered'
Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'You're not going to leave me alone are you?'
Reg: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Percy: 'Oh all right.  Let's go!'
Reg: 'But I'm tired now'
Percy: 'Play with me, play with me, play with me!'
Reg: Snore.......
Percy: 'Pesky kid...'

Of course, they could be discussing quantum physics, but I think it unlikely...

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