Yesterday I was taken to an HB picnic.
Yum!
Well, no, not yum at all as the HBs sat there scoffing the lot without so much as a crumb thrown my way. I did my sad eyes as best I could, but nothing.
There was a moment when the chicken wings that smelt like heaven itself, where being offered about everywhere, even to another group of HB picnickers that weren't even connected with our picnic at all, but still nothing for me.
Dog Discrimination - blatant.
Apparently the picnic was for The Society Of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. Part of their twentieth birthday celebrations. The HBs call it Scooby for short. It was a 'Scooby Do'. Thank goodness that massive brown great dane wasn't about cowering under the picnic blankets, mind you, he might have stolen the chicken wings for us.
I did manage to steal a biscuit, which was a minor triumph. They were decorated figures of children's fiction characters. I gobbled up Harry Potter and that's not something you can say every day.
Sadly, my funny little human beans (HBs), The Stanley Diaries is no longer active. It's staying online so that you can read back through all my past adventures/experiences and benefit from my pearls of wisdom along the way. It's been fun but I'm bored now *yawns dramatically, stretches then goes back to bed*
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Friday, July 1, 2016
Why is she....
....talking to me about goldfish and evil brothers?
None of it makes any sense.
I think this should be on the other blog - the boring one:
http://www.camillachester.com/blog
None of it makes any sense.
I think this should be on the other blog - the boring one:
http://www.camillachester.com/blog
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