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Larry’s Diary Week Fifty
Monday Another week begins with baby Wilf waking me up early again, this is getting too regular I need my beauty sleep. At least it was my favourite for Breakfast. The Little Otter was asking [more…]
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Larry’s Diary Week Forty Nine
Monday Another week and another chance for me to comment on some of the happenings in Westminster and around the world. I did see one thing that made me purr over the weekend. It was [more…]
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Larry’s Diary Week Forty Eight
Monday At breakfast this morning Bozzie asked the Little Otter “What day is it?” Well I thought, I know these Coronavirus days all merge into one, but surely her knows it’s Monday. But that wasn’t [more…]
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Larry’s Diary Week Forty Seven
Monday Another exciting week looms in Westminster. What will we see this week. More statues being toppled? More riots? A reduction in social distancing. Your intrepid cat reporter will be roaming the corridors of The [more…]
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Larry’s Diary Week Forty Six
Monday Good morning readers, a strange day today, a little warmer outside but not very sunny. Breakfast with the gang who arrived back at No10, via the back door, yesterday evening. Before going to bed, [more…]
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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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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…]
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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…]
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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…]