Every Sunday, River, one of my favourite bloggers, posts up some photos she's not used or blogged about before, and links back to the originator of this meme, Kim from Frog Ponds Rock.
It was 8am yesterday morning, and time to take Milly for her long walk. We were about to exit the pristine Marble, Wood Grain and Terracotta Tile Shrine to the 1970s, otherwise known as the foyer. This is kept spotlessly clean by the Fratman and is the reason why I had my Wellington boots and a towel in a plastic bag to put on the second we landed on the mat outside. It is to remain clean enough to eat off at all times (not that such a thing is permitted, of course)
But hey ..... wait a second ...... peering through the doors leading to the neighbouring building was a sad little figure.
"Oh you poor little thing; did you follow your owner downstairs and get locked in the foyer?"
Conveying this sort of empty sympathy was more difficult than it reads because both of my hands were full. One with the mud-repellent equipment I was officially required to put on, and the other with a now very, very stimulated and determined orange dog.
She yanked herself free and smacked into the opposite door, paws slipping and sliding like a blind beginner out ice skating.
So much for respecting the 'No discernible noise to be made my residents before 8am' rule. The echo of my admonishment thundered against all the shiny surfaces and back again, making my ears ring.
Milly surprised me by being bright enough to nudge the door that she knew was the one that opened. She was going to get that cat somehow.
She then didn't surprise me by ending up with slightly squashed face and leaving a damp and smeared impression of Disappointed Dog on the glass.
It was a good thing I had my towel with me and gave it a quick wipe down before dragging Milly outside.
She's been sniffing for the cat at those doors ever since.