"Waiting for a girl like you....."

Dimairt spent most of the morning in the garden - not the best weather to be lying out there, I would have thought. He seemed to know that Christine was on her way. He kept reacting to every car, and when she did arrive he yelped and yelped in delight.

I think he knew she was coming, because I got out the hoover this morning. This rare event must have given him a clue that something was up.

I always remember the summer I got Dimairt. Christine phoned and asked how Dimairt had reacted to the hoover. I hadn't a clue. A bit of a giveaway that one.