At just about quarter to ten last night a suspicious rustling came from the hallway so TROTTER went to investigate.
Someone had forced an Indian Restaurant Menu through the door and TROTTER trotted into the room with it before sitting next to Martha with it in his mouth. Obviously we know better than to disturb the boy when he is concentrating so we left him to choose his order in peace.
After 5 minutes of careful shredding and chewing he stood up and very carefully put a scrap of paper in Martha's lap.
'What's his order' I asked in excitement?
'He wants a chicken Jalfreizi apparently' said Martha, who then spent a few moments trying to get the spittle encrusted scrap of paper off her fingers.
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