Whenever Mowgli is in the car and we overtake a tractor he pounds at the window; today when he did that it exploded into the car. It isn’t the first time he’s done it, or the second. It’s the third. I think it goes back to when a tractor pulled a trolley which had him in a cage at the airport in India when we flew him to UK. Oddly, he barks and jumps up at airplanes too.
After checking all the scrapyards (to no avail) I’ve finally ordered a replacement from a company in Stockton on Tees but it won’t be here till Tuesday. So as I wonder how I’m going to get to work on Monday and grunt under my breathe about a £60 bill I’ll take my leave and go sweep the glass out of the car. Mowgli? Oh he’s snoozing on the couch and dreaming – probably about chasing tractors and aeroplanes.