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| January 13 2001 Sunday Went to the zoo again with Mr Higginbottom. Stinking had said he wanted to go fishing again, and I didn't mind going at all because I really enjoyed myself the last time. If anything Mr Higginbottom was even nicer to me this time than he was the last time and I thought that was nice. I've never known anybody so knowledgeable about animals - well he would be I suppose, he's been taking Stinking to the zoo every Sunday for the last eighteen months, so he should be. If David Attenborough ever leaves the BBC to become God they have a ready-made replacement in Mr Higginbottom, that's or sure. He seems to know the name of every single animal, so when I asked him what one of those monkeys that have a bum that looks like an all day breakfast was called he told me right away that it was a mandrill, without even having to think about it. If I'd asked my father the same question he would have said 'How should I know, I'm an air hostess not a zoologist' or 'What a stupid bloody question', or something equally crass. Later we were on our way to McDonalds when Mr Higginbottom asked me if I'd rather go to an Indian restaurant instead. I didn't need asking twice because I love curries, but I hardly ever get the chance to eat them at home because of my father's 'stomach'. |
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