Finally my greatness has been recognised.
I have been asked to make a grand Personal Appearance at Heathrow in the very important Saturday tea-time slot.
It can only mean that I’m about to be made a judge on Xy-Factal or Britain’s Got Talcum, maybe Strictlys Ballsrooms.
Very Excited. I’m told flocking fans are flying in to meet me. I must be humble.
I hear dark rumours of returning ‘Loved Ones’. I have no idea what that could be but feasts are being prepared & grand gatherings planned . . . . . . .
I hope my help with the BBQs & looking after Dools last week will be remembered . . .
So I have found the best seat in the house and am now number one super supremo of all I survey. This makes me very happy.
You know where I am,
You know where I am,
Look at the Sunset,
You know where I am.
Tee Hee I have found this super comfy spot in the store room.
I’m pretty safe here I think. They’ll never find me with all the boats, boxes & crates that are jammed in here.
Found one of these lyin’ around. I am now World Fifa 13 Champion.
Some people are finding that a little hard to take. I must be careful.
That fool of a dog has missed his bed again. What does he find so difficult about hitting it?
Watching a film about swimming with sharks. As usual the English annoying arse character will get eaten & there will be much rejoicing.
Today I got to go and see the Mighty Hornets play their footy the ball at Vicarage Road. It was a great occasion & they won 2 jump abouts to none & there was much rejoicing.
But at the end of the day, if I am really lucky I can shotgun the big seat, grab the ‘motes, kick back & enjoy a cool evening watching TV. I really enjoy anything by His Holiness Saint David Of The Attenborough, Raymond Mearries, Bearty Grillies or . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sixteen & Pregnant. Quallllllittty.
I also have to do my chores though. I have to do the ironing, walk the dog & choose the wine. I am very very very much loved for doing this. 
