Can you believe Mrs lost her lunch bag the other day! Master goes on about me being a cat in dogs clothing, but Mrs is a sieve head in academic clothing!
She searched for it about three times, muttering under her breath that she was going mad and insane. (I was keeping quiet on that one...!). All morning she still couldn't find it so she ends up going across the road and buying something cheap at the lunch bar.
A week later she finds it on the floor in front of the flameworking table - mouldy and crusty as! So yuck! Even i wouldn't eat it!