I'm back! I suppose that things could have been worse, there was quite a foxy little Cairn Terrier in the cell next to me and we got let out into the exercise yard at the same time, so we decided to get in plenty of vigorous exercise if you know what I mean. Managed to roll in some fox shit (or Paco Rabanne as we call it) whilst we were out on a walk to ensure that she only had eyes for me. I had hoped that the two legged ones might get me a present just to make up for leaving me in the lurch, I've had my eye on the new iPod Touch, the one with the camera, but all I got was a pig's ear. A bloody pigs ear, if I wasn't so hungry I'd have thrown it at them, the tight bastards. Pooh count: 3 1/2 (the other 1/2 is still "hanging on in there" as they say).
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.