When the cat’s away, the mice will play…
While D slept I took command of the ultimate vehicle of preference: the hostess trolley. At last, final control of culinary operations was in my hands. As the wheels squeeked across the carpet, the top tray creaked and the plates rattled I looked up to where D slept soundly and uttered the immortal words: ‘Denise – I’ve got your trolley.’ The final conquest. Never before had I had the priviledge to load and push said HT but finally I had my day – dolly with a trolley.
This morning Denise is much recovered and so my trolley days are numbered. But D is better and that is the most important thing. Much as I enjoyed my ‘boys’ Christmas ( eat – TV – eat – TV etc ) I badly missed my wing-woman. Welcome back D!
