The bloody beagle ran away last night, someone left the back gate open.
I went out and shouted for him, why I dont know cos he never comes when I call him.
So I slept on the settee so if someone rang then I would hear the phone.
Someone then rang in the morning to see if I had lost a dog, guess where he was? Trying to get in to Subway. In 4 hours he had only made it as far as down the road. Not very adventurous, Benson would have been in Wales by then if he had have escaped.
I was waiting for my ebay bids to realise so I sat up and drank with a man I met last Monday (who I then had a filthy dream about.) Its a fate thing. So I wrote down my number and said that he might need it if he was ever going to get around to asking me out...it was getting late and I needed to sleep.
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