I decide to stay at home

As you may have noticed, I love my food. David and Linda are foodies too, though their tastes are a bit different to mine. Once a month, they drive half an hour each way so that they can eat fish and chips and mushy peas out of a cardboard box in a hot, noisy bar. It doesn’t sound like my idea of fun. They argue about it too. Linda says that real British fish and chips — which these are apparently — are the best. David maintains that you can get better fish and chips in America. Give me a nice steak any day.

They went the other night. For some reason, Linda always puts of bottle of vinegar in her bag when she goes to fish and chips. I suppose she needs something to fight off muggers if I’m not around.

I decided not to go. There are always too many annoying little dogs around — they have no idea how to behave in company. I was sorry to miss Percy, though, who is OK and very well behaved. He’s a miniature poodle, so he looks a bit like me, only a lot smaller. That must be pretty difficult for him, but I expect he’s learnt to cope.

So, I opted to stay home and watch the tennis on TV. When they got home, Linda and David were very boring. Their only topic of conversation seemed to be fish and chips. I’d better force myself to go next time, if only to see what all the fuss is about. I think, though, it might be best if David reserves a quiet table for us.