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Daily Archives: December 26, 2015
The best gifts…
A car with a smashed windscreen, hotly pursued by a police car with sirens blaring, missed me by inches as it tore round the roundabout. I got home drenched from faffing about in the pond with the sick sturgeon and … Continue reading
Canning Day – in memorium
“It’s Boxing Day,” my two-legs said, I have to disagree, The morning after Christmas Has another name to me. “It’s Canning Day,” I whispered, And my two-legs cocked an eye, I turned away discretely ‘Cause the small dog doesn’t cry. … Continue reading
