Fiona dumped her shopping bag on the table and immediately began her after-work rant. "It's alright for you, I have to stand in the shop all day, my feet are killing me, whilst you lounge around, here, in the warm, doing nothing".
It was like this most nights, Fiona would come home, moan endlessly, not a word about his long-awaited dinner, he should be the one to moan, being kept waiting, starving.
Fluffy could hear her voice droning on and decided to make good his escape, dashing through the cat-flap, he'd come back later when she'd calmed down.
It was like this most nights, Fiona would come home, moan endlessly, not a word about his long-awaited dinner, he should be the one to moan, being kept waiting, starving.
Fluffy could hear her voice droning on and decided to make good his escape, dashing through the cat-flap, he'd come back later when she'd calmed down.
