Living the life of Riley

Living the life of Riley

The door was open to draft in some light and fresh air, and Riley was confined to the office upstairs. He rolled over on to his stomach to get attention.

"Who's a lucky boy then? Aren't you lucky to still have those lovely big bollocks?", I was saying to him.

"Anyone home?" It was a courier mannie delivering downstairs. I hoped he hadn't heard me talking to Riley like that.

"I was playing with the dog," I went down and told the courier, just in case he had heard me talking to Riley.
"That doesn't make it any better," the courier replied.
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Living the life of Riley

Living the life of Riley

The door was open to draft in some light and fresh air, and Riley was confined to the office upstairs. He rolled over on to his stomach to get attention.

"Who's a lucky boy then? Aren't you lucky to still have those lovely big bollocks?", I was saying to him.

"Anyone home?" It was a courier mannie delivering downstairs. I hoped he hadn't heard me talking to Riley like that.

"I was playing with the dog," I went down and told the courier, just in case he had heard me talking to Riley.
"That doesn't make it any better," the courier replied.
Ref:
Date:
Location:
Photographer:
Yvonne Ferguson