I’m back! Did you miss me?
Not really.
Ok, But can I tell you about my mum and Dobbies?
Dobbies? Plural? That’s not what it said in the title…
Shut up, it was to grab your attention and you’re here now aren’t you?
*sigh*
Soooo, after yoga today my mum went to Dobbies for coffee with her friend Maureen.
What is a ‘Dobbies’?
That’s what I said! Apparently It’s a garden centre.
So your mum went to a garden centre called Dobbies with her friend Maureen for coffee?
Yes. And Maureen’s dog.
Is that important? The dog?
Yes! Stop interrupting…
Sorry, go on, hopefully this will go somewhere…
It shall. So while they’re having coffee Maureen tells my mum about her skip she hired to put rubbish in and how she had to shout at some people she saw interfering with it.
What? Were they putting their own rubbish in it? That’s illegal isn’t it..
No. She shouted at them because they were taking rubbish FROM it. To ‘up-cycle’.
So this woman ‘Maureen’ got upset because people were ‘stealing’ stuff she’d thrown away?
Yes! But I haven’t told you about the dog yet. Maureen’s dog, Reginald. Reg for short.
What about him? Reg?
She makes him carry his own shit.
WHAT?
She makes him carry his own shit. She’ll pick it up and put it in a bag but he has to carry it in his mouth until they get to a bin…
Why?
Do you really think I’m going to go and question a woman who shouts at people for stealing from her skip about her dog and his shit?
Yes! We’re interested.
Ask her yourself. I’ve got my own shit to deal with….
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