Here is a picture of 'MY' park when the spooks had been around; Dad was a bit scared to go in at first, but as I was there to guard him he finally seemed OK.Little Miss Naughty and Easy-Peasy came back to work, so he was happy again as LMN told him all about the whiskey she had been drinking, or rather gargling with. He came back and told me that the upstart NuNU -hark hark I hear Thunder [must be the Peas I ate last Sunda] was now sleeping on her Mistresses bed! Don't get any ideas I was firmly told otherwise no Christmas dinner and certainly no more dried tripe sticks.
Lady Woodhouse had been very pleased with her recent mention and has advised Dad that I need to widen the scope of my musical tastes. I will certainly try.
Lady Woodhouse and the Black Hand Gang had recently been upset because someone referred to them as 'ladies' - It couldn't have been Dad as he always calls them 'Wimmin'
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