Ten

Christmas Day


'OK let's go. Abbie if you wouldn't mind grabbing his lead off the back off the door… come on George. We're going for a walk'
'Where do you normally take him?'
'Just down by the canal. He likes it down there. No I tell you what, let's go to the Island Queen for a drink'.
'Will it be open today?'
'I don't know but we can try. Come on George'.
Do we have to go right now Pips?
'We're off '.
Could we not wait a bit? I would prefer to go later actually.
'Aren't you coming George?'
'He doesn't look too keen Philippa'.
'But he loves his walks. Normally he can't get out the door fast enough'.
Well I don't really feel like a walk this afternoon Pips if you don't mind.
'That's odd. Are you OK George?'
Well I've got a bit of tummy ache since you ask. Pips do you think you or Abbie could massage my tummy, I would like that.
'Actually he looks a bit bloated don't you think? How much of that rabbit dinner did he eat?'
'He finished it'.
'How much of the packet did you give him?'
'All of it'.
'You gave him the whole packet?!'
'Yes. Well I don't know how much dogs eat. I thought/'
'Oh my God Abbie no wonder he's not moving. He's overeaten!'


'OK. We've got wine, chocolates, George, blanket, …..is there anything else?'
'No. We're ready'.
'Sure?'
‘Yes. GO!’
‘OK……’
'This is my favourite film'.
'The Island Queen probably wouldn't have been open anyway'.
'Ssssh! I don't want to miss the start'.
'What's the angel called?'
'Clarence'.
'That's it’.
'Oh Philippa this is such a perfect/….. Oooff! What's that smell?……. George did you just…..?'