not the one that involved a dachshund with a jacuzzi and pool table in Cairo but one that involved a lady with a dog in London
I arrive at the House of Astonishing Things just before Doglady leaves for her holiday - the house is covered with lots of little notes for me but they are difficult to notice because of all the astonishing things that keep filling my eyes.
Her holiday outfit is a pink velour pant suit and she carries a tiny parachute silk holdall - she is holding out a big canvas tent-like thing
she makes a fanfare
and like the Great Splendido she swirls the heavy tent-thing onto her body and becomes enormous.
She pats the lumps that are all round her back and front and recites:
books-my-god-they-shouldn't-complain-about people-who-take-books-on-holiday-do-they-want illiterate-clients?
she is triumphant!