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…]
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…]
Ch 62 – The Castle of the Eagles. Traffic was light. Vanessa guided the Mercedes, with considerable skill, around the heavy goods vehicles, and the few other private cars on the road. Timing her overtaking [more…]
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…]
Ch 61 – Taken for a ride. Lord Marmon-Herrington Bixby’s suits were too small for me. Just a shade to tight around waist and shoulders. But he had some jackets that were a bit bigger. [more…]
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…]
Ch 60 – Imperial Leather. Rich and creamy. The water felt very good. I allowed it power down on my scalp and the back of my neck. The jets massaging the muscles. It helped ease [more…]
I’ve been talking to people, way more than I would ever talk to them, people are fine in short bursts, fifteen or twenty minutes is usually enough but in this wonderful, whacky world of lock-down-in-up [more…]
Monday What a lovely day yesterday; the sun got a bit too warm for me and I had to retreat from the windowsill to sleep on Bozzie’s office chair, well he isn’t using it just [more…]
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