I know they never leave me for long and I struggle with the hot pavements but I get so bored on my own. I've been trying to get out this week by scratching the walls and although I tried to look innocent, a pile of white plaster gave me away. No 'Good Girl' biscuits for me.
At least I managed to stop Mum taking a photo. How embarrassing would that be?
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