I Break My Promise

I did say when I was finally liberated from the dark, cold, miserable field, that I would be good.

Well next morning, when breakfast came, I reverted to my old trick of I will eat everyone's breakfast. The shock of having to live out (all the bad memories of France and being cold and hungry) clearly traumatised me again, so that when I tried to eat Aimee's breakfast, and she objected, I turned round and booted her...Double barrelled her.

Neither she, nor mum, were terribly pleased with me.

Mum said I was a nasty ungrateful donkey. Oh I am ashamed...I knew I shouldn't do it...