Máire gets so caught up in her camera that there are times when I can’t see her face without her third eye of a lens in front of it. So I realised fairly quickly that if I wanted to exercise my own will she’d not be the one I could appeal to. The Boss is altogether more amenable to imploring glances from me. Once I get this look on my face I know he’ll eventually cave in and heed my pleas for food, or a treat, or invitations to join in a game of headbutting a tennis ball or trying to knock the head off a squeaky rabbit.
Tonight however my heartfelt appeals to him didn’t really work. I know he was working very hard today about the house, and now he just wants to relax. He’s watching a favourite tv programme and is impervious to my pleas. And Máire? As for her, she still has that Cyclopean black eye in front of her face. I think I’ll slink back to my bed….