Hic I could not even make it to my bed.
John has burnt the sausage tonight I am sick of him, he is useless I might leave home if this keeps up. I will go and live in a cardboard box in London well I might wait until the winter is over.
We went to the beach today and John put a coat on the Mop because it was so cold.
He ran about in his little combat jacket scaring all the dogs,
but he could not resist the water.
So what a waste of time, John ended up carrying it soaking wet and covered in sand.