Well it’s the end of another boating season for a year—thank goodness. My carer tried to get me to come with him, but me and water don’t mix. You can just see me cringing at the bottom right of the picture.
Its bad enough when it falls on on my nice coat from somewhere above, without warning, but to ask me to jump on a flimsy noisy motor boat is just out of the question. I told him, no amount of coaxing is going to get me aboard your boat. He sighed—and put it down to my femenine stuborness.
Not on that mate!
