Been walkies with Bryn to Warblington church. Being in the vicinity, I decided to call on Uncle Ron in the nearby cemetery. After tracking him down, I proceeded to clear the debris that had gathered across his slab. Not too long before this, Bryn had stopped for a hefty dump and being the good girl I am, had picked it up in a baggie, though had been unable to deposit in a bin just yet. I was halfway back into Emsworth before realising I was missing something. With the fear of God within me, I retraced my steps to discover with sweeping away dead leaves and attempting to stop the dog defiling nearby graves, I had left the poo bag perched neatly on the corner of next doors plaque. Im going to hell.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 12:59:13 +0000