A semi regular from a few years ago, arranged a meet to her home.
Got there to her trying to put a dog away somewhere to let me in.
Got in, explained she was looking after her friends dog (labradoodle)
for a day while she was moving into a new house.
Got upstairs and started getting into it.
Dog hurtles upstairs and starts going FUCKING MENTAL outside the door.
She apologises, gets up to see to him, put him in the next room.
He continues to go mental.
So she stops again, and puts him outside, then comes back in and starts back up.
So does he.
Really, really, really FUCKING MENTAL in the back garden.
I am completely off my stroke and crying with laughter at this point.
I ask if her mother is going to come in with a rolling pin and chase me down the street
while stupid music plays - which sets her off.
Punt doesn't get finished.
But -she offered to rearrange at no extra cost for a couple of days later - which we did, happily.