Blue

is feeling rather sorry for himself.

He was the Christmas present of my next door neighbour's daughter but she is now very pregnant and spending most of her time with her boyfriend.

My neighbour loves him to bits, but she goes out to work early in the morning, and Blue is often to be seen sitting under a bush, or on the doorstep, waiting.

My neighbour's son is usually at home - but he doesn't hear the door or respond to the outside world, as he is lost in a world of headphones, music and video games. (the Morrison's man couldn't get through to him until he was told on the phone to go round the back and bang on the window.)

So Blue comes and looks lovingly at Furbie and her dinner.