It seems my description of Spiffey as a lazy bastard was hasty and completely wrong.
On trips back-and-fro to my shed, i noticed a number of my tools going astray and then returned only to be put back in the wrong place. (i'm not anal about where my tools are stored, but i did notice the difference)
My pile of wood i was saving to whittle into a Rickenbacker guitar (with flight case) had also dwindled to a few off-cuts.
Thinking i was going mad, i left to go to work and on my return what do i find? Spiffey had knocked up a scaled replica of Sing-Sing prison complete with electrified fences.
In cell no 7, there was the biggest fucking rabbit i had ever seen. "The gang" (see earlier post) had kidnapped the thing and were holding it to ransom for various tinned food items.
Little did they know that Tommy the dog was sent in by the police to instigate a break out. The plan was to tunnel under the perimeter fence and drag the rabbit to safety. Trouble is; the dog's sense of direction isn't that good and instead of a tunnel, he dug a trench - thus blowing his cover. If you add the attraction of a full cup of sweetened tea into the bargain, his internal compass went haywire.
Result - Rabbit is still banged up; the cat's demands have extended to include bottles of strawberry milkshake; I had to make another cup of tea and i now have a trench the size of the San Andreas fault line in my back garden.
All in all, a right old to-do.
The Rabbit is staked out to the floor in the searing heat.
Tommy starts to go adrift in his quest
He gives up and has it away with my tea
I'm left with a, not too pretty garden feature.
