She’s putting on that sky coloured outfit again, the one that smells of sausages and old people. It must be her favourite thing ever as she wears it most days now, although it does get taken off each night and hurled into that big white noisy thing which spins crazily around the kitchen until it exhausts itself. She opens it’s mouth and the dress comes out smelling of flowers! I like flowers. I like to wee on flowers but I don’t wee on her dress because I know when she comes back from that place she calls her ‘work’ the outfit will smell like it did before she put it in the hungry thing; like pensioners, pancakes and Paula.
I’m watching her from my chair. She looks smiley and is humming as she puts some bright red stuff on her mouth and brushes her hair. I love my mum. She lets me have bits of food when she is cooking and takes me for a swim in the sea when everyone else is still asleep. When we come back dad stands with his hands on his hips and says ‘Has he been on that beach again? You know you’ll get fined if they catch him on there’ but mum just shrugs and helps herself to a biscuit from a big jar. She sometimes talks to the biscuits saying they are naughty just before she eats them. I like naughty biscuits.
I stretch and put my legs in the air. I have my own armchair. It’s very comfortable. I sometimes try and sit on other peoples big chairs but I’m not allowed because apparently I shed which confuses me as I’m a Brian, not a shed. No one sits on my chair but me and occasionally silly strangers who walk in and plonk themselves down on it. When they get up they look annoyed as there’s a lot of me on them apparently. I don’t mind, they can share me and my shed.
My mum pats me on the head and then goes out the door and gets on that shiny blue thing with 2 wheels that I think is called ‘Be careful!’ Dad shouts that whenever mum is on it but she just waves and overtakes cars. Dad shakes his head. Dad does that a lot when mum is on ‘Be careful’. My brother asked if he could have a ‘be careful’ when he’s older and mum said something about it being over her dead body. My brother then slammed the door and my mum ate another biscuit.
Dad farts in the bedroom. I get down off my comfy chair and wander in to see him. He pats me on the head and says ‘Do you want to come with me to work today?’ and I wag my bottom. We both have breakfast. Dad never has any of mine but I sometimes get some of his as he drops crumbs when talking to mum on his little black box. She makes dad laugh. He calls her a pain in the arse but is smiling when he says this.
“Go and get your lead then” dad says putting the talky machine down but I’m already at the front door, waiting and wagging. I like the park, it has a lot of smells and I like to potter about but Dad walks around behind me sighing and telling me to hurry up, holding a sandwich bag as we’ve run out of MY bags apparently. Once I’ve recycled my breakfast on the grass we head towards the big noisy building with lots of chairs and a stage where everyone’s name is ‘Darling’. I quite like it here. Lots of people pat me on the head when I walk through and sometimes I find a misplaced crisp on the floor. My dad works here in the night making everyone look shiny. Mum says he pushes buttons for a living but dad just gives her ‘the look’ and says if she wants to look shiny next time she’s on stage then she better stop pushing his buttons. Mum just laughs, she likes pushing his buttons herself sometimes. I like chocolate buttons but I’m not allowed them.
Me and my man pet go outside and sit with some smiley people with skin resembling my chew bone. They pat dad on the back and ask him to make sure that they look FABULOUS on stage. I tilt my head; I didn’t know dad was a magician too. Good job my mum wasn’t here, she would snort into her drink and dad would have to kick her under the table.
I can feel my eyes growing heavy, the air is getting really warm now and I close my eyes and lie down under the table. When I was very small mum got very sad as I have something called Hip Dysplasia. She says we moved to Spain for me as it would make me feel better as being cold made my legs hurt a lot.
As I drift off to sleep, surrounded by the laughter of strangers I sigh and remember how very lucky I am to be a New Bri in the Sun.
To be continued… Episode 30
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