Hamilton

8/2/23

Not a happy mistress today. She tells me that as soon as she sat on the very low bed last night she went into a hole. Moving over to the other side meant she always headed downhill. On getting out and looking underneath she found it was a wooden slat base with most of it on the floor. 

Totally stressed and couldn't settle, she popped some pills to make her sleep. Poor lady, I better be on my best behavior today.

Breakfast was an education for the mistress. There were plates and cups and one teaspoon. So, this is what she used to spread the toast. Who needs a knife.?

She left the dishes with no detergent or dishcloth. She has never done this before and always leaves a place the way she finds it. 

Loaded the car in a super quick time, and we were out of there. She puts her foot down and we were well gone. 

Our next place is a posh pad, so clean, and beautiful she says. Just perfect for us she says. A perfect Air BnB.

Rest is what was prescribed for this afternoon, and me too. I didn't want to annoy her in any way because she really is good to me, but Shh don't tell her.

She took me over to her son's place for a fish and chip dinner, and the tall lanky grandson will join us in the man shed. It's brand new, huge, and has all the bells and whistles. 

It also houses his flash car; plus, another he is still working on. He has his radio-controlled cars in here too. 

Look at me, gee a posh car. I wasn't allowed to sit on the paintwork. 

It's his pride and joy. Plus, his little cars. The mistress says boys/men never grow up. 

He is racing with these tomorrow, and the next 4 days. 

I thought these were mine, but it turns out they are for his mate as he owes him a favor. Oh dear, one day.