“What a lovely day
today!”
“It is, isn’t it? I’m
sitting in the sun, beautiful sunshine, Mum.”
“I know, Sweetie!”
I had a narrow escape
from death, and now I’m enjoying this treat from God.
Thank goodness!
Now I can manage to
jump onto my mum’s lap. To tell you the truth, the other day, even on her new
student’s lap.
The new student was
annoyed, so she took me up in her arms and handed me over to my mum at once.
“Sorry! Um, well, listen, Pinot! I
know you’re in good shape now, but um . . . it’s all right as long as you jump onto my
lap, but not on somebody else studying. Please don’t let it happen again! Don’t disturb
them!” said my mum.
“Uh-hum, I won’t,” I
said.
I just wanted to say 'Welcome to Anchovy School' to her, really.
'Next time, I’ll jump
onto her old student’s lap instead,' I murmured to myself.
“It might snow
tomorrow,” my mum said and went on: “Oh, dear! Tomorrow!?
Monday? We’re supposed to take you to hospital on Monday. Oh, no, not in the snow. What shall we do!?”
“Hmmmmm…” (with a big
grin)
