Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty Four
Monday Well another Monday and that baby human was crying again in the night. I bet he was hungry. Anyway I went back to sleep and when I finally woke up I was hungry but [more…]
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Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty Three
Monday Wow it’s Monday again, they seem to come around more and more quickly. I popped out for a pee before Breakfast, you know I hate the smelly litter tray, and it is pleasantly warm, [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty Two
Monday Good morning merry readers, Wilf is still waking me up early and yesterday I decided I might as well to go on my morning patrol before breakfast as I couldn’t get back to sleep. [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty One
Monday Another Lockdown Monday; We have a new resident at No11, baby Wilfred looks like he and Bozzie went to the same “perruquier”. He doesn’t do much but sleep, eat, poo and cry. I’m playing [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty
Monday Yo! Bozzie’s home; He got back early yesterday evening and marched in like his old self, it may be my imagination, but his voice sounds a bit huskier. The bloody Mutt went potty, rushing [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Thirty Nine
Monday Morning Readers, another bright and sunny morning here in Westminster, so I’ll be on my favourite windowsill later. I can sleep there with an eye open to observe the comings and goings at No [more…]
Diary
Signs and Pottering; Rough Gardening During A Pandemic
For what seems like weeks now I’ve been describing, in laconic detail, just how tough it is keeping a 600 (or so) square foot greenhouse in an adequate enough state of repair to do its [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Thirty Eight
Monday As you’ll already know Bozzie was discharged from hospital late yesterday morning. I knew something was happening when the Little Otter and the Mutt turned up, so I hung around downstairs so as not [more…]
Culture
Ooh, Aar, Rough Veg Gardening, A Progress Report
Hello Postaliers, welcome to the latest progress report from the greenhouse at the end of the world, where summer has arrived early (as it often does) and work is limited, even with vents fully open [more…]