Piss off Deirdre
Here we go again. Storm Deirdre! Status Orange! It’s raining. But it’s the middle of December and rain is hardly a big surprise. Yes, it’s a fucking horrible day out there [and I have to go out in it yet] … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Cat
The contemplation of murder
Patricide means killing your father, while matricide means killing your mother. What’s the word for killing your cat? Caticide? Felixicide? Moggicide? I am close to joining that aforementioned category one way or another. It’s raining on and off for the … Continue reading →
Mauser
Let joy be unconfined! After fifteen months it has finally happened. I got up this morning and as usual the dog was out the door first. I caught up with her in the front room where she was standing, sniffing … Continue reading →
A matter of life or death
Grandad sat in his favourite armchair in the conservatory. He was reading yesterday’s paper and idly wondering whether he would bother cutting the lawns or not. Penny was asleep in a lake of sunshine on her couch. The doors to … Continue reading →
