Читать книгу ‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 31

Sometimes for a laugh Angus lets go of the stick and Mr Next Door crashes backwards. Then Angus strolls over and gets hold of the stick again. I could watch all night long… uh-oh, Mr Next Door has seen me. He is indicating that he would like me to step downstairs. Although I think shouting and saying “bugger” at this time of night is a bit unneighbourly.

Honestly, I am like a part-time game warden and careworker for the elderly mad. I should get a net and a badge.