On the bright side the crinkly infidels have gone. I didn't manage to eat much of their stuff, just a quick nibble on some headphones and a book. The kelb and I certainly seemed to cause them great stress while the infidels were away languishing in a hotel in Marrakech, having abandoned us and left us at the mercy of the crinklies. Don't worry we made the crinklies suffer! The kelb kept trying to make me his woman during my pseudo season, a hypothesis so grisly, bile rises up in my mouth at the very thought! The female kindly brought me back two sheeps leather pouffes, which I am delighted with and have distressed a little.
I will write more if I survive the night and gain my strength back. *peffle*