Standing in Sainsburys checkout queue this afternoon and listening to the conversation going on behind me between two women.
Woman no 1: "Have you seen the price of dogmeat in here? I'm glad I don't have my dog anymore".
Woman no 2: "I thought you still had your dog. where is it?"
Woman no 1: "Dead, never mind he was 11 and when i look at the price of the dogmeat in here i think just as well cos i would never cope on my pension."
Woman no 2: "So you won't be getting another then?"
Woman no 1: "No, I have my rat now."
Woman no 2: "Cat , awwwwwww that's sweet, is it just a kitten?"
Woman no 1: "No i said rat. I keep it in a cage in my bedroom, what a wonderful pet he is. There's not a more loyal and faithful pet you can get. When I go out he sits on the window sill watching for me to come back."
Woman no 2: "Doesn't he smell?"
Woman no 1: "No and he has never bit me. On a night he sits on my knee to watch tv and i give him biscuits."
Thankfully at this point in the conversation it was my turn to get checked out so i suffered no more.
