16/4/24 

Oh dear, these humans spent the day at home today, doing their usual, tossing out or selling stuff. The mistress gets very frustrated with people who have a limited understanding of English. She gives clear instructions and numbers, but these people need help understanding. I have often heard the odd not-so-nice word, and there have been a few. She got His Lordship to go with her in the dark to the street tonight as she wasn't feeling safe. 

Because this was a man, then enough said. But hang on a minute. A lady eventually turned up this morning after the Mistress said to drive in several times. Duhhh.

His Lordship had the job of getting some technology going and disposing of or fixing things. She always keeps him busy, and mind you, he doesn't usually mind, even though he always complains. It is only a smoke screen. 

This afternoon, he announced that the police are auctioning off jewelry. The Mistress wonders why the interest!! Hmmm, watch this space. 

The Mistress announces that the outside windows need washing today. A moan from His Lordship pops out, and off they go. Watching the teamwork from my perfect position on the wall unit is attractive. He washes with exciting body language and facial expressions. His enthusiasm is evident with each stroke, then on to the next. The Mistress has the hose to wash off, and he politely tells her he is getting wet, and so is the washing on the clothesline. He suggested she turn the fancy spray gun to another setting. Of course, she does as he suggests with a positive effect. She is pleased with the result, and he is delighted. 

They enjoyed dinner, and while washing up, the Mistress got several texts and had to leave her slave to it. It was important, too, as she was answering her adverts to sell this stuff now banking up in the lounge. She offered to finish drying soon. His Lordship had other ideas and wanted to help. Now, just where did she find her fella?