Memory Lane

After a hard day’s work I arrived home today to find both sofas occupied with England’s finest proponents of the art of the afternoon nap. Sue had called me earlier to say that dinner tonight would be pasta & tuna so I checked out the kitchen to see that I had another job to do; … Read more

Vale Smudge

We had to let our beloved ball of white fur, Smudge, go to Rainbow Bridge yesterday. She was very poorly and wasn’t going to get better. Smudge was just over seventeen, that’s 84 in human years. She was a present for me whilst I was commissioning a local flour mill. (In reality Sue wanted a … Read more