Well that was close! I had to shut down the computer and scamper to my basket, pretending all was normal. Master made a big fuss of me when he came in but I get the feeling that he knows what I'm up to really. He just had time to take me out for a quick walk before dashing off to pick his mum up from dialysis at the renal unit in Kent. His mother seems to live in an opera, a real prima donna and there are loads of stories about her dramatic way of doing things.
He's putting a brave face on things but when he got back last night he sat down with me in front of the telly, stroked my ear and said "what the hell am I going to do Sam? I was muddling along fine and now my ivory tower has been breached. It's a hopeless case and nothing good can come of it. I feel as if I'm in a hopeless plot of a Thomas Hardy novel." I'm not sure where this is going but I wagged my tail and gave him the sympathetic Spaniel stare.
Today his old mate round the corner moved away to live with a son. They used to go out for a drink together once a week. I know the guy can be infuriating, 'cos my master has told me but I also know that, infuriating or not, he is going to miss him and his wife.
He went to a party nearby at lunchtime with nice people. That seemed a welcome distraction. He came back and played a CD very loudly which keeps banging out "Solitaire". I'm very worried. We haven't been out for a walk yet and I'm busting...
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