I took the Bomber to Wales over the long Bank Holiday weekend.
Yesterday he kept asking me when I was going to pack. I was a trifle bemused by this as I didn't think he wouldn't be anxious to leave.
When I finally relented and climbed the stairs, he scampered along after me to make sure he was there when I discovered that he'd filled the suitcase already.
Even though it meant that I've left two shirts behind, I was rather touched by this small incident, and now by recording it here (rather like this) I can ensure I won't forget it.
Good old Blogger Pages, "we don't just help with the nasty things in life, like a blocked drain— we're here for the nice things too!"
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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