Well little miss hamstercide was inconsolable when I got home, really after a day at the office thats just what you need to be met by, some red-eyed creature with mascara-stained cheeks, never a good look on anyone I find. So my tissues are all gone, as is my obviously not so secret stash of chocolate. Anyway she insisted we should give the critter a proper send off. I said you want to go out into the sodden garden and dig a hole just so you can bury a tail? Dont be silly girl, just chuck it in the wheelie bin. Well that caused a further hysterical outburst and five minutes of wailing and I had to concede. So wellies on and spade in hand I ventured forth and dug a bloody hole for the bloody tail. Out she came with the tail neatly stuffed into a matchbox and we buried it, along with some food, just in case the little hamster ghost gets hungry.... give me the strength to resist digging another hole thats roughly maid-sized... And then she had to say a few words, at which point I noticed my grass could do with a jolly good mowing. Anyway we came indoors and I poured her a big stiff one, nicely infused with some Nytol. Shes sparked out on the couch now and long may she remain there...
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 16:40:50 +0000