I know he likes me - last night he turned up in my bedroom in high excitement and spent an eternity arranging the back half of a mouse perfectly centered on the carpet - all ready for my breakfast
Today I'm showing him how to use the kettle and tea bags
Sunday Poem
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“My Son, my Executioner” My son, my executioner, I take you in my
arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death,
small son...
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Dear Nigel!
ReplyDelete(This morning, I was gifted some grasshopper wings and half a grasshopper leg.)
that's what we call a 'continental' breakfast - a little lighter than what we're used to over here
DeleteServed with puffball mushrooms?
ReplyDeleteand bacon of course!
DeleteThis is why I don't have pets! I have enough problems dealing with spiders, palmetto bugs, gnats, snakes, raccoons, and turtles!! xoxo
ReplyDeletesounds like you have a zoo in your garden madam - exciting! xxx
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