Morning time

D was covering his face with white foam. He does it every morning. He was in the bathroom wearing his pyjamas. I was dressed and ready to go. I went next door and got his watch. I took it to him. I handed it up to him. He thanked me. I went next door again and got his shoe. It was a brown shoe. I took it to him. He looked puzzled. I put it on the floor. I went next door again. I got his other shoe. It was a black shoe. I took it to him. D cleaned the foam from his face. He didn’t put his shoes on. Maybe he was staying in.

I went back into my bedroom. I saw the Amazing Mr Wobble. He wobbles but never falls down. He was sat there as usual. I walloped him. He wobbled but didn’t fall down.

I went downstairs and went outside. Biscuit was out there. I shouted doggy, doggy. She didn’t come. I don’t know why. I thought she liked having her tail pulled.

I went to the chickens. I lifted the flap on the nesting box. There was a chicken sat there. She soon moved when I reached in. She left an egg behind. It was hot. Freshly cooked. I didn’t have my egg cup with me but I started to peel it. It hadn’t boiled for long enough. It was all runny. It went on my fingers. And then on my dungarees.

I went back inside. D was dressed, ready for work. He had his suit on. He wasn’t wearing the shoes I brought for him. I was a bit upset but didn’t say anything. I went to give him a hug goodbye. I put my arms round his leg. I squeezed. “Bye bye” I said. I waved to him as he left. The back of his suit trousers were yellow like my dungarees. D will be pleased that we have matching trousrs.