Fluffy Ted turns to drink

Poor old Fluffy Ted has had a hard day. Traumatised by having to sit on the dashboard while I navigated some sharp bends on the country roads (although I did remember to drive on the right and change gears occasionally), he then had to put up with an extensive mooching round a designer shoe outlet, a trip to a garden centre where the resident unchained parrot eyed him up greedily, and finally a trip to the training stables for the Menorcan dancing horses, who, as DZ predicted, were scared by the sight of me and whinnied noisily. Ted was very very frightened. Luckily Enya was able to calm him down with a spliff, some wine and a few tasty nibbles. We're leaving him sleeping it off while we go out for dinner.