I woke just before dawn this morning because of Mabel who had a humdinger of a panic attack over something insignificant going on outside the cottage. I usually can ignore her occasional bouts of worried barking but when she followed Albert through the living room door and shakily up the stairs, I couldn't quite ignore her worried fat face pressed closely against mine as I lay in bed.
For a powerful dog, she can be a neurotic bundle of nerves when the wind blows in the wrong direction.
So I got up, drank some coffee and after boxing up six eggs , I took Mabel out on an early morning egg delivery.
I seldom knock on peoples' door when I drop off eggs. Usually I just leave a box on a window sill, on a door step or in the case of one "particular" customer, in their greenhouse under a plantpot shelf, so I didn't think twice in ambling around the back of this particular home to deposit the eggs on the top of a wheelie bin!
The lights were on in the house and suddenly from within there came the sound of crockery breaking . I held my breath, not sure of exactly what to do, and there came more crashing,, a loud bang and the sound of a woman shouting.shrilly at a man who was pleading with her to be quiet.
I started to creep away from the house before Mabel started her usual nervous barking when after a few more explosions of kitchenalia I heard the woman yell clearly
"YOU CAN KISS MY ARSE YOU SCUMMY TURD"
I almost burst out laughing....the woman in question usually is such a delightfully polite and well spoken individual
as my mother used to say
"You don't know anyone unless you follow them home!"
We disappeared before we were caught!