SICK AS A DOG (9 OCT 2006)

Daddy was in a really bad mood this morning when he came home. An Indian man smashed a window of the club late last night. DJ Dan Storey saw the man and his group of friends fleeing, and he immediately rang Daddy. By the time Daddy rushed to the club, the man had already disappeared into the night. Daddy called the police, who took 45 mins to arrive at the scene and were very unhelpful when they came. The long and short of it all is that they will not be looking for the culprit. They said that if we were to see him, we should alert them.

When Daddy saw me this morning, I was holding a fridge magnet in the shape of a weighing scale. Daddy asked me what it was and I told him that it was a "Weighing scale". Daddy then asked me what a weighing scale is used for. I put the magnet on the floor and tried to stand on it, but it was too small. Only my 2 big toes could fit on it. Daddy laughed and his mood lifted a little.

I have a fever and cough, so I've been feeling rather irritable and miserable. I really hope to get well soon so Mummy and Daddy can take me somewhere interesting again! Meanwhile, here're some pictures of a sick me wallowing in self-pity...