We’ve been having rather a lot of fun with a pair of boxing gloves recently. So much fun, in fact, that we didn't notice when Samuel the Slate crept into the kitchen of our apartment and stole Monty’s keys. I told Coyote not to leave them on the table; but he didn’t think that my idea of stashing them in the garbage disposal was much cop. Tsk.
It would seem that Samuel’s showing a rather posh lady around Wales. All we know is that her name’s Petula and that she has a pony. And a Porsche. And that she likes Pimm’s. We know this because of the footage left on Auntie Pentax when Monty was eventually returned; covered in starling poo.
She’s a bit of an enigma, this Petula. What’s she doing in Wales? Why does she sound like she’s got a plum (a tin of them) in her gob?
Perhaps we’ll hear from her again. In the meantime, see what you think...
WARNING: Contains the usual foul language from Samuel. Petula doesn’t swear though. Gosh, no!