Ro went to bed. Fifteen minutes later he returned. "Has Tilly been upstairs today?" "I was out all day, no idea. Why?" "There's a big poo in the middle of Alex's old room carpet." "Well, I didn't do it." "I know it was none of us," (with dignity) "that is why I asked about Tilly."
The design of Tudor houses is for the rooms to lead one into the next, rather than via corridors. There have been alterations in this house and a landing was put in, but Ro still gets from the bathroom to his room through a spare bedroom, formerly his brother's.
Tilly is a well-behaved, clean little dog and must have been desperate. She doesn't often go upstairs and, if she does, it's usually to have a Saturday morning bedtime cuddle. I suggested that the spare bedroom, being hardly ever visited, did not seem part of her indoor territory and, therefore, not a 'taboo' place to use.
"I couldn't believe it, when I went through after my bath" bemoaned Ro. "I just stood there looking at it, thinking 'this can't be right' ". I fell about, laughing. "Can it be picked up?" "I don't know," he said, "I haven't tried." I snorted with laughter. "Where should I put it?" "Down the loo?" I suggested.
When I went upstairs, there was no sign of anything amiss in the spare bedroom. But "this can't be right" still cracks me up.
Imagine what it will be like when Ro gets married and they have kids...
ReplyDeleteYoungest child, sheltered and innocent. And, to be fair to Tilly, such a thing has never happened before.
ReplyDeleteOh I giggled at Ro. He sounds so terribly British.
ReplyDeleteI remember soon after I went to live with MTL on a 'clean from top to bottom jag' and had the D room carpet cleaned at great expense only to find that my step-dog had deliberately christened it. 'Well he would of course.'said MTL
ReplyDeleteMTL was right, of course!
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