obstructive and frankly, so bloody-minded, suddenly discovered he needed an urgent visit to the WC.
'Tell him I'll ring later'.
Of course, he conveniently forgot.
Things were actually going quite well for once. Johnny's menu was attracting a different clientèle, those who appreciated a good down-to-earth, homecooked meal, baked beans on toast and the like. Plenty of spud. The moggies had settled down, they had nothing to complain about as they were given gourmet fare (unlike the humans) but cats being cats ...