I'm going shopping.
Okay I'm coming.
Mmmmkay. So he follows me into all the shops, stands next to me while I try on lipgloss, waits outside the change room when I'm trying stuff on, doesn't complain or anything, just patiently waits there.
Ummm, Franco, was there something you wanted to get from the shops?
Eh, no. I just come with.
Haha. Okay.
And then he spots a McDonald's and his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
NO! FRANCO, you've just had lunch, you can't have McDonald's, that's disgusting. So I waited in the queue with him, secretly willing a chicken burger to come hurtling across the room at a speed so great that as I open my mouth to say NOOOO it would just fly straight in there and then it would be too late. Wait, who said that? McDonalds is the enemy, it's so bad and gross and nobody must EVER eat it. So, before I did something I would live to regret for EVER, I went across the road to a health shop and bought an organic flax seed bar, a white tea fruit juice and some lentils to make soup. YES. Go Cary you good thing. I sat next to Franco, well, my HORSE and I sat next to Franco and I peered down at him from way up high and told him what a terrible fatty he was being. He acknowledged it and carried on smashing burgers into his face. It's wrong, WRONG I tell you.
