Do you ever look under the bonnet Sir?

Monday, 10pm

Thought for the Day - Why is there always a teaspoon left when you empty the washing-up bowl?

Pug Status - Following Mummy upstairs and then demanding to be carried back downstairs

Did something very male today that did not require either the wearing of a quilted checked shirt or the eating of a Yorkie bar - I took the car for its MOT test today

What I know about motor mechanics you could write on the back of a postage stamp. In marker pen. If you talk to me about any type of repair that doesn't involve wheels, oil or putting funny blue liquid in the windscreen washer thingy then all I can do is nod and smile inanely - something I also tend to do on holiday whenever I try to speak the lingo, asking some wizened local the way to the beach only to stand in agonized embarrassment for the next ten minutes as I completely fail to understand the directions....

The car passed the MOT, but the mechanic warned me that I had too much play in my rear suspension bushes. He may as well have told me that I had an un-greased rhino twisting the breakfast sprocket under-sideways, it would have meant just as much to me. Perhaps all my nodding and smiling managed to convince him that I understood him completely....

Well, at least I know where I stand with Obi Pug Kenobi. Considerably lower down the food chain, for a start. I gave her some of our dinner scraps with her evening meat and biscuits and it was greeted with a look of disdain. Princess Pugs don't do others' left-overs you know - they were hoiked out with her snout, never to darken her bowl again....