Confessions of a scatterbrain

I've left a mountain of food in the fridge Bill!
He didn't reply which wasn't very good for him; not when he sat with his head in the paper and worse didn't lift his eyes from the print even though he knew Dee would be gone for a week.
'Oh, have a nice week on your boat pet; Henry and I will be fine when you've gone- there's no worry at all on that score my sweet!

Their beloved dog stared at his adoring master then in a flash leapt onto his knees but missing and landing instead on his crutch. Perhaps Henry was paying him back for the castration carried out a few months ago, which should have quitened him down, but hadn't.

No matter, it was funny on a odd sort of way how their black scruffy smooth coated re-homed friend had formed a bond, like paste on wall-paper, that kept man and wife together long after kids had left home. Bill put the newspaper down onto their bargain coffee table that was near the bay window. Christmas tree needles still stuck in the carpet but the double glazed windows were now replaced. Bill had resisted for years replacing the whistling chilly windows until the day he capitulated. The white van man arrived, with the double glazed windows, and they a nice comfy home.

He gave her a hug and said as he stood in the hall in the warm;
'Have a nice week on the boat Pet and don't ever worry about Henry or me!
Their beautiful dog then sprawled on the floor for a tickled on his stomach whilst Dee hurried to her car then later the Boys Brigade boat moored at Foxton Locks. How did it happen that she had to be surrogate mum for a week.