Well, life certainly is strange. I was just thinking of quietly sneaking back to bed (mistress' bed!) when she picks me up, fastens on my collar and rushes me out of the house. We have a long wait at the bus stop and then ...
a quick walk round the bus station to another bus (sadly no time to sniff for possible leftovers on the bus station floor). Two trains (I really am not sure about being inside the thing that moved up and down - mistress said it was a lift but I thought it looked like a huge dark monster trying to gobble me up), some nice fuss and a smack later (well I did try to pinch mistress' breakfast sausage roll!) we got out. It was really sunny and warm and we had dinner, the rest of the stolen sausage roll and some water, as a sort of picnic by a river. I think the town was called Shrewsbury. It was very pretty. I loved the river but wasn't so sure of the narrow streets and pavements. It was very busy but a kind man said we could go inside in the cool and sit for a little bit. It seems this was a cafe where mistress could have a cup of tea. I slept all the way back I was so tired. Mistress was tired too the next day so didn't feel I could ask just yet but ... where next?