November 20. “Am dying to get back home, my chores and the club: Breaks like these aren’t my cup of tea any more.

What was your day like, Button?”

“Nice but I miss your peck on my nose and your hand on my head. Rani came in this morning, sniffed, nudged me almost knocking me down, farted a very smelly fart and finally left.”

“But it was sweet of her to pay you a visit.”