…Diet Girl asked The Master this morning. It was his first morning back after the festival and mine after a horrendous weekend spend with Pumpkin. Remember I told you she was high maintenance? She hasn’t shut up for the past five days, metaphorically chewing my ears off about her friends, her Master and Mistress, her Toys, her dietary requirements- in the end I could’ve literally chewed her ears off just to get her to shut up! I haven’t had any decent sleep for days…..
The Master on the other hand, is well rested and has picked up a golden tan after spending his weekend drinking some stuff call ’scrumpy’ at Glastonbury and watching an old man call ‘The Boss’. The Master has a Boss? I’m not sure how that works in the human’s social pecking ordr, I may look that up on Wikipedia later on.
Anyway, Diet Girl, despite melting in the heat, has been harassing the pair of us for a song, to which she doesn’t know the band, or any of the lyrics it seems. All she knows is that it’s song by a man and the chorus goes ‘Hey! Hey! Hey!’
Any ideas? Please let me know, before I chew her ears off too…. 