I sauntered downstairs mid morning after a little nap and there was a man in the hall. My bird was putting on a jacket and doing the old 'where's the front-door key' dance she does every time she goes out. I was astounded. Who was this bloke and why was she going out with him? I don't think so, mate I thought and did what anyone would in my place. I looked straight at him, and threw up my breakfast over the stairs.
That got her attention. And I got a tummy rub.
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