Poor Robert and family are parted
He feels fed up and misjudged
Our hero tries but can’t get started
As his best schemes come out fudged.
Ted Sloth couldn’t believe his luck. It was all going his way - his manager had given him a free hand with the day centre project, he’d found a brilliant ‘Jimmy Pug’ cardigan at Woodville’s finest tat shop. And he was on his way to meet drop-dead Dallas, the fittest bird he’d seen for ages. Possibly ever.
‘Heard about Rosie?’ called Lucy Beaver as he untethered his bike at County Hall.
‘Yeah, brilliant, isn’t it?’ he shouted as he sped off. He didn’t hear the affronted Beaver call him a jerk.
Lottie asked what was troubling her.
‘They’re all t’same, think everything’s a laugh. Only funny thing with that one’s his cardie - what a twit.’
Ted’s jo
