No more from me for a while. Catch you on the flip side.
3 weeks, 4 days
The men in the street were erecting a metal cage. Perhaps it was an official feeding station for feral cats for my neighbours?
Perhaps it was to punish people caught feeding monkeys? 1,475 more words
And your Gibraltar sleuthhound is here with breaking news. Or rather breaking glass.
Wandering out this morning Partner encountered a dog walker we know (OK, so we know most dog walkers around our streets). 981 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
Shopping. I hate it. With an absolute passion. I have shopophobia or whatever it is called. Alternatively perhaps I am the archetypal Yorkshire person and just don’t like spending money. 1,409 more words
1 month, 3 weeks