Monty, bless him, wouldn't come out of the garage, he refused point blank.
So with a chill raw wind a-blowing and me in me slippers I turned to blackmail.
Shaking a bag of chicken/cheesy pockets under the car I waited for the stinker to reveal himself.
Didn't have to wait long.
Out come the garage lizard complete with dust hat.
And so as I shook me open bag he come-a running.
Typical male.
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2 comments:
What a tease to a poor animal who gives you so much!
If Mr H shook packet of crisps would you come running from garage I wonder!
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