Last night the clocks went backwards which possibly makes it the worst day of the year for all my animals.
Bibble, this morning when he considered I was almost an hour late with his breakfast bucket. A little known fact – a chap could starve to death in 30 acres of long grass. At least he had a nice smile and he asked nicely.
So, this afternoon, as I always do, I went to my shed to make Sheeple, only for the nagging to start at about half past two. Tea is served at 4, Sir. Yes, that’s 4 o’clock my time, not your’s.
The nagging became less subtle as the minutes ticked by.
And then there was the face. By now I started to feel slightly nervous.
Meanwhile, behind me there were other pleadings going on too.
This time it was “The Lifted Paw of Actual Starvation” that was employed.
Pepper did try her best to get my attention.
So, with no joy, she went and beat up Ted instead which she knew was guaranteed to annoy me when he made a silly fuss about it.
For good measure, Ted worked the room too.
I broke at 3.30 p.m. as a compromise and to save myself.
(↓ ↓ this afternoon at not-even half past three – Winter is coming or has already arrived and got its feet under the table).