All hell has broken loose due to the disappearance of some minced beef. Of course, it is a national disaster. Daddy is keen to point out, on a regular basis (when Podge or Lulu have stolen or destroyed) that if people will keep leaving things lying about, something is bound to happen to them. Mummie said pithily that this didn't seem to apply when his leather lined wellies were destroyed and that since it was mostly her things which were destroyed, he was to shut up.

Back to the beef. It was quite close to the edge of the table. I didn't mean to steal it but it landed on the floor right in front of me and needed hardly any chewing to get it out of the packaging. Jolly tasty it was too, inspite of the piece of plastic that got wedged half way down my throat. I am disclaiming any responsibility for this episode and have decided that in future I will not own up to such occurrences because the others don't and they seem to get away with it all the time. What is the world coming to? They can't prove anything.

This is a picture of me with my bib on. Daddy was calling me "Garcon" which I didn't really understand and Lulu said that I looked like something that had escaped from Vivienne Westwood. I had the last laugh however when I got most of the Mothers Day, breakfast in bed pancakes. Ha Ha.