28 July 2013
While feeding and rugging the very old, and almost totally deaf Mrs Beaut, I broke into song (as you do). Mrs Beaut’s immediate reaction was to escape out of the stable as fast as her little arthritic legs would allow. “A coincidence?” I optimistically thought. On her return to her abandoned dinner, and after affixing the now trailing rug back in place, I tentatively tried the song thing again…. to see Mrs Beaut’s rapidly retreating rump disappear into the darkness. With her clearly sophisticated musical appreciation skills, she should probably apply for a job as a judge on The Voice.