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Larry’s Diary, Week Sixty Two
Monday It’s another week and your Westminster cat correspondent is back with a few tales (I nearly said cat tails). As usual, I sat on the papers after breakfast so that they wouldn’t be moved [more…]
Monday It’s another week and your Westminster cat correspondent is back with a few tales (I nearly said cat tails). As usual, I sat on the papers after breakfast so that they wouldn’t be moved [more…]
Monday I made a very early morning patrol of the offices this morning and spotted Mickey the Mouse out of his hiding place, but he disappeared behind a huge cupboard, through a gap that was [more…]
The tenacity with which certain economic fallacies persist is truly remarkable. Take the notion that the euro currency is too strong for certain countries, notably Greece, Spain, Portugal and Italy, causing their exports to be [more…]
Monday It’s very quiet here this bright Monday morning. No baby Wilf crying. No Mutt barking at Wilf’s crying. No Bozzie shouting at the Mutt to be quiet. No Little Otter telling Bozzie not to [more…]
Monday Morning folks, breakfast with the gang this morning. While I had my Felix, Bozzie was allowed two boiled eggs, the Mutt was wolfing down some fancy dog, even Dom joined us for a cup [more…]
Monday Good morning everyone and welcome to a year of my diary. I must admit I didn’t expect it to last this long. I thought you, happy readers, would have got fed up with it [more…]
Ch 70 – Taking back control. Sandra Batkawayo was waiting for me outside the door. “The studio is this way, Mister Malone.” He began striding off down the deep piled corridor. He was a big [more…]
Monday Oh lovely another sunny morning. A delightful stroll around the No. 10 garden pre-breakfast before it gets too warm. I am convinced something has been in the garden overnight, there are some different scents. [more…]
“Vanessa too, Bixby. She will go to prison as well.” He looked back to where she was still seated. She was watching us both. Puzzled by why we had seemed to argue over nothing at [more…]
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