A strange feeling
I feel very unsettled. For the last twenty minutes or so Penny has been lying on the couch staring at me. She hasn’t moved a muscle or even blinked. It’s very unnerving. And why do I have this overpowering urge … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Penny
Tediosity
I have been staring at this blank screen for the last ten minutes or so. It’s not so much a case of writer’s block, more a case of writer’s concrete wall. My problem is that I am tired of going … 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 →
Things to do with a cone
When our cat arrived some months ago he came with a lot of baggage. Apart from the cat himself we inherited a travelling box, a blanket, a collar, a lead, a shit box, several boxes of food, a bag of … Continue reading →
On having a cat day
It’s a while since I mentioned the cat? He is part of the furniture at this stage. That is to say he’s part of the furniture that the little fuck hasn’t ripped to shreds. I had grown a little fond … Continue reading →
