An Unexpected Egg

Poor Mama was very tired upon rising this morning. I made sure she got up at six though by repeatedly dropping a tennis ball on her head. She let me out into the garden so I could relieve myself then went back to her sleeping chamber. I tried to rouse her once again with my usual trick of scratching the chamber door but Mama had outfoxed me and had left the chamber door ajar so I was unable to get any purchase. Wily old fox that she is. There was nothing else for it but to join mama in the bed and go back to sleep.

I must admit to being rather weary myself. We had a bit of a day out yesterday. We took the train into the big city as we were visiting my Aunt from Islay and taking afternoon tea. On route to aunties though we bumped into my Godmama and Miss Golightly. It was decided there and then that we would reconvene later for drinks. Mama and I skipped happily down to aunties and from there our joyful afternoon began.

We had a lovely lunch of broccoli soup (I was allowed a whole ramikin!) then walked through the big park to the shops where Auntie bought a rather stylish vintage pillar box hat with a large plummage on the back. We then went to stravaigan and were joined by Godmama and Miss Golightly. The imbibing of alcoholic drinks then commenced.

We returned to the village not too late then dear Mama had half a bottle of wine as a night cap.

When we woke again this morn at eight o'clock mama said she had a terrible droothy. She slipped a fiver and a note under my collar and sent me to the village stores for supplies. Refreshed after a can of irn bru Mama then went and put out my food. She was in the kitchen for longer than usual and I was getting rather annoyed when she returned to the living room and presented me with my breakfast. There on top of my usual dry food sat a beautiful, perfect, shining boiled egg. You can imagine my delight. An unexpected egg. How wonderful!