As our Mr C steams off into the sunset like a battleship in full sail .In need of a holiday apparently due to the constant stresses and strains of dealing with my dreadful attitude and constant bad behaviour .
Poor Beast has been unceremoniously landed with dog and Café C.
Hourly texts demand instant action on a full range of chores while Wolf dog Toby merrily shreds my duvet , shits in the flower beds and barks his damn fool head off at anything that moves.
The fucking mug says it all .
Be back soon bitches