I relish the strange names that people and children give animals. Once I looked after a chihuahua called Lassie.
Recently my modem stopped working. One day it was fine, the next day, not a gig out of it. Just
Simba is so clean now, he must have been very upset and distressed when he had poo on his fur coat. I used to bathe him every couple of days and fair dues to him, he let me. And more good news. He has been offered a permanent home by a kind woman who loves animals.
I am in the process of getting reorganised and refocused. I hope. In local parlance, my head has been all
Today was a long awaited day: the proof of my second paperback book arrived in the post! Way hay!