The Skipper’s little friend Bobby left us on Sunday. She loaded all her things into her car during the afternoon and shot off for pastures new. She has found herself a job which has accommodation with it, so she should be fine.
The Skipper seems a bit sad but really I don’t think she was the woman for him. They didn’t seem as if they had a lot in common to me.
I do have to thank Bobby for keeping me nice and warm over the cold Christmas but really I think we are both better off without her.
Anyway the Skipper doesn’t need another woman on board with me around to look after him. I can do that very well on my own. I make him very comfortable, don’t I?..... I do what he wants me to do always (in the end!).... And without answering back! Now what other woman would ever be prepared do that, I ask?
He doesn’t realise how well off he is. I make him feel good and he must know that really!
What me jealous you say? Of course not! Don’t be so silly! How could you possibly think such a thing?