sulk

I'm not feeling very up tonight and I don't like it. Someone make me UP quickly!!
The girls spotted the huge sink full of dishes and have legged it up the stairs.
They're packing for tomorrow, the Halloween weekend with Nanny and Granddad.
Halloween in Torquay. Danz is rather excited. She upstairs packing her case. My mum asked me to check her case this time. She's fed up of her going away with one pair of knickers and odd shoes I think.
Abby is a bit more restrained. My parents showed her the video that came with the booking confirmation. Fun and Frolics at the Derwent.

I think it was pensioner week and there were several of the oldest people I have ever seen on it. Playing bowls, ballroom dancing, having a nice sherry in the lounge and worst of all... Attempting line dancing.
Torquay is geriatric Central. The English Riviera on Viagra. The hotel rooms come with free life support and commodes... Room to park your Zimmer frame, with the go faster stripes outside, and the finest stair lifts you can get.
OK you get the message, it was old.
But it's Halloween so there may be a lot of old people in masks? Oh well, they like going away.
I don't like them going away though.
I'm starting the sulk mode already.
I used to be the champion sulker as a kid. I could sulk for weeks. I left home once. Packed my bags, lugged them all down stairs. Said goodbye to everyone for ever. Slammed the door and walked to the bus stop, still sulking.
And no one came after me. I came home 20 minutes later and sat in the corner of the room (sulking) until I got hungry and couldn't remember why on earth I was sulking in the first place.
Anyways I'm left home with my mothers old dog Lucy.
Lucy hates me with a capital H. She hates this house, she hates my cats and she hates being away from her mummy.
I hate Lucy. She smells and she looks all doggy... ewww.
Last time I had her, I picked her up from my mum's but by the time I got home I forgot she was in the car. Went indoors, did some housework watched TV and then my neighbour knocked and said the dog wasn't looking too happy in the car.
Then when she's in here, she lies by the front door all the time. Her ears pricked up in case her owner comes home and she can hear the car noise first.
Mind it is fun seeing Bailey torment the hell out of her, bite her tail and attack her.
Well, she has to have someone to play with.....
And that dog will do ANYTHING for a biscuit.
She also has fits, and me mother just rang with tablet instructions. FFS you'd think it was a kid the way she bloody fusses.
No one used to fuss over me, not even when I left home. Hmph.
Anyways I think I'll spend the weekend composing my car park letter. I might take it to the European Court of justice.
Failing that The Evening Post will have to do.