Enough, enough!

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I've quit my job at the doggy hotel. I told my cousin I couldn't listen to any more barking dogs and hissing cats so I'm off. I'm going back to work with/for my other cousin, the one who tries to show tourists a good time. I told him I'm not prepared to take any groups up to Lac Flammarion (it's always muddy and it's a somewhat of a disappointment when you get there and then I get embarrassed in front of the tourists) so Pogo has agreed that I'll be in charge of the picnic to Paka Beach. That run isn't too bad. I pick up a pre-ordered picnic lunch at Madeleine's Beach Bar in the morning, and once I've loaded it onto Pogo's boat and but the beer in the fridge I load up the tourists, no more than 10, and I take them half an hour along the coast to Paka Beach. It's an isolated spot with no access other than by boat and most of them take the privacy as a cue, even a command, to swim 'au nature'. Sometimes that isn't as pretty a sight as it might sound. They have lunch on the beach, laze about, then I sail them home. It's got to be better than barking dogs and hissing cats.