Yesterday was 'ladies who lunch' day in Chester, which was lovely, as always. Driving back along the A483, I heard the faint ringtone on my mobile, but couldn't do anything about it until I got home. Once home, I let the dogs out and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on, noticing idly that there were a couple of bedraggled and half eaten slices of bread spilling off a plate on the draining board. The dogs came back in and I remembered the missed phone call. It was Keith.
"Nothing important," he said, "just to tell you that the little white so and so (aka Jake) pinched my sandwich when I wasn't looking!"
It seems that Keith had been sitting at the computer, just biting into his sandwich when his mobile rang and, as reception is often somewhat variable, he stood up and wandered over the the window while he was answering it. In a flash, Jake had reached up on his back legs and pulled the sandwich off the computer desk. Luckily, Keith managed to grab it off him before he could tuck in.
I am hoping that Keith didn't wrestle him to the ground for it and then finish eating it himself but actually, that's a question I don't want to ask, in case I don't like the answer...!