But, after a little while, I did calm down, though just a bit...
We went out for dinner next door at Superfine (again!). Mommy had a steak and fries, daddy had a pork chop as did grandpa, and grandma had fish. I was relegated to watching them eat. It was pretty boring, so I spent my time staring at the kitchen listening to the hip and trendy music. (As I write this, some band called "Duran Duran" is playing -- how uncool is that!?!) Mommy said the steak was fantastic, and reminded me that she hasn't had a properly medium rare steak for months. Then she had the nerve to blame me!
After, we wandered back to the flat and they compared me to Winston Churchill. I kinda gathered that Winston's middle name was Spencer -- possibly even named after me!
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