I was really about tricky this time I had putled up my car when I saw him in the street with his mistress and I was shocked at his appearance he had become hugely fat like a bloated sauce with a leg at each corner his eyes bloodshot and rheumy shared straight ahead and his tongue lolled from his jaws Mrs pumphrey hastened to explain he was so listless Mr harriot he seemed to have no energy I thought he must be suffering from malnutrition so I have been giving him some little extras between meals to build him up some malt and cod liver oil and a bowl of horlicks at night to make him sleep nothing much really and did you cut down on the sweet things as I told you?oh I did for a bit but he seemed to be so weak I had to relent he does love cream cake and chocolate so I can't wear to refuse him I look it down again at the little dog that was that trouble tricky's only fall was greed he had never been known to refuse for he would tackle a meal at any hour of the day or night and I wondered about all the things Mrs pumphrey hadn't mentioned.
