A Rod For My Own Back

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

You may recall how Jasper and I have been engaged in a battle of wills for some years over who gets the best seat.

It's not much of a battle to be honest. It's kind of like Usain Bolt versus Anne Widdecombe in a foot race. Jasper holds all the cards.

But TODAY, I got the seat! I got in there!

And himself rocked up and sat next to me. 

WITH THE PISSIEST EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. 

His ears were in two different directions and he was clearly MAJORLY HUGELY ANNOYED.

So I decided to experiment. I stood up and waited five seconds and...

Oh look. There he is. Looking quite pleased with himself. 

I know my place.

S.