I have had an uneventful day. Mummie was away so I went to stay with Mabel. Mummie was mortified when she came to pick me up that I had helped myself to Mabels bed for a sleep this afternoon. Mummie says that I am a monster that Mabel has created and that she has made a rod for her own back. Mabel will have to explain to her husband why there are black hairs all over the bed. I suppose I will get the blame as usual. I am going to spend the evening in front of the Aga. It is raining for the third day in over six weeks and a bit dank. Podge has already dragged her bed from the back kitchen to the Aga. Daddy smiled indulgently when she did this. I suppose he thinks she might be intelligent but I daresay that he will not be quite so smiley when he sees the back of his Gucci loafers.

This picture is a prime example of the harrassment to which I am subjected on a daily basis. NB. I was there first.