...die hard...
Richard and I were out, all dressed to the nines (well I was in a backless dress with my hair up and my best perfume, Richard forewent the backless dress and opted for some dark trousers); we'd left Emily having made and iced a carrot cake but not liking the look of it. I of course, never averse to a bit of experimentation where cake is concerned, took a teaspoon to it and can confirm it tasted delicious - I told her I'd have a proper bit when we got back -
So there we were in the restaurant, revelling in the high life and conversing on a judicious choice of wine, when in comes a text from Emily. And what do you think...?
- "just went in the kitchen the dog has eaten all my cake!"
Typical! That dog recognises a good thing when he sees it.. unfortunately.
PS - next text
"he is lookin very suspicious think he is feelin ill lol"
- serves him right!!!
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