Miss T’s equine menagerie was reduced by one a week or two back: the geriatric Robin, who made the hilltop his sunset home, finally fell over and died. Even the most devoted nursing can only do so much, and he was ancient, blind, and kept alive on soup because he couldn’t manage hay and […]
We were promised snow today. As of yesterday evening this seemed most unlikely, since the weather was mild, wet, and blowy, but it turned much colder in the night, and the morning opened upon intermittent gusty showers of hail. These play havoc with Miss Kit’s ablutions; when a cat is pacing tensely to and […]
Miss T. got herself into the local papers this week. Like Miss Kit, who she resembles in a number of respects, she could unkindly be described as ‘dimensionally challenged’: though she is now fourteen, she is still four foot seven. She must surely be the shortest girl in her class, and to less of a […]
We are becoming increasingly convinced that we have underestimated the Laird of Towie. Though he elects to masquerade as a mere local bigwig and retired hippy, he is in fact the God of Turriff, or quite possibly, of Ce, which is the Pictish kingdom covering what is now Mar and Buchan. We began to […]
I was mildly perturbed recently by not being able to put my hand on a pen drive (a feeling which by all accounts, I share with the entire staff of MI5 and the DHSS). Some days passed before it resurfaced, trapped in the rubber flange which seals the door of the washing machine — thus […]