Skye is fed up. A damp day today has reminded her that Winter is just around the corner. She had a look at the weather forecast on the telly this morning and saw that we were the only part of the country that was going to get rain and now she wants to get away. She raided her savings pile (she keeps all her treasures under her bed, but don't tell Daisy as most of them are food related) and came up with a couple of biscuits and some tatty clothes pegs which she now wants to use to buy a ticket to get down to family in Somerset. She likes it down there – no sheep, nice and warm AND she gets spoilt all day. I told her I didn't think she had enough to get a ticket, but she's a stubborn old devil and is planning to stow away in the car next time it goes to Berwick. We'll need to make sure she's got plenty to eat because I think it's a long journey and goodness knows where she'd end up – Lands End probably, she can't read and doesn't know exactly where Somerset is so has no chance of getting off at the right stop. Maybe she'll see sense tomorrow...but I won't hold my breath
Take care
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