P is not always keen to go for a walk it must be said. Fortunately, T is, so I go out everyday at least twice and have plenty of games in-between. In fact T is a keen advocate of keeping fit and believes that the way to a long life and happiness is plenty of fresh air and exercise, her favourite being walking, which suits me. P does not go along with this philosophy and believes that you must preserve your energy by lying down as much as possible, preferably on the sofa watching sport. T likes watching tennis and loves Wimbledon, but will interrupt her viewing to play with me – unless Andy Murray is playing, then I have no chance.
P is aware that T expects him to come with us for a walk at least once a week, not much you might think but for P this is a massive undertaking and cannot always be achieved. Personally, I think he finds any excuse he can to have some time on his own while me and T are out. It does mean that I have to cope with her on my own but I just ignore her most of the time.
P’s latest excuse is a damaged toe; he claimed he did it by tripping up the stairs while me and T were out on a walk. Not so sure myself, P likes a drop of whisky now and again and usually comes to bed last and so has to creep about in the dark. I bet he did it the night before and doesn’t want T to know he’d had a few too many. He proudly showed us both the bruised toe and proclaimed it must be broken, I trod on it to test this out and P did jump several feet in the air so maybe he’s right.
Rather than limping around the house P has chosen to lie on the sofa and ask T to bring things to him, amazingly she is! T seems genuinely concerned, this is new to me and judging from P’s reaction it’s new to him too. She even told him not to come for a walk with us! Don’t know how long P will be able to spin this one out, once the bruising has gone T will expect him to come walking with us again. But I have to hand it to P, every now and again he outwits T.
I shall watch and learn.
