I don’t know. BBC Breakfast was down our way today, talking about new powers to fight bad behaviour on London’s streets. You just don’t think it’s a problem that’s going to hit you at home.
Yet when we came home tonight, this (left) was the scene of devastation we found. Now, we’ve tried to bring the Mogs up in a tolerant, liberal atmosphere: we like to talk frankly to them. No secrets. We share everything. And we allow a little recreational drug taking: even buy them the good shit so they’re gettin’ a good high, and not being ripped off anywhere.
We didn’t expect to get repaid this way: Mary must have left a kitchen drawer open when she was looking for something before going to work, and they broke in and stole the whole stash. Ripped open the box, tore open the bag, scattered it all around the house. It’s everywhere. We came home tonight to find the stuff all over the kitchen floor, and two sleepy-looking cats with a bad dose of the munchies (Ginny’s pictured, right. She’s out her tits, clearly). It’s on the sofa where they must have crashed afterwards, and all around the floor where they must have wriggled in addled ecstasy.
Mary’s having the “we’re very disappointed with you” conversation right now. But it doesn’t appear to be sinking in.
The home life of the Mogs at Tosh Towers is a constant source of wonder …..
Does Ginny want to come to the Big Chill with me next weekend?
The girls are complete novices here. My servants came home to blood and guts yesterday (blackbird I think) and I’m on ‘heavy’ drugs now.