Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Twenty-Three
Monday Good morning, my friends, and a Happy Easter Monday to you all. I hope you have had a load of chocolate eggs. It is a beautiful, sunny morning here in London, with not a [more…]
Food
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Eighty-Nine
Monday Good morning all my lovely readers, there’s a bit of a change in weather this morning here in London. It is not so hot, although pleasantly warm, and there is more cloud around. I [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part Three
Day 10 – Monday, at sea I awoke just after six thirty to scattered cloud and a bit of movement. We are on a fast run for this ship, about 20 knots, to Cadiz for [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Eighty-Eight
Monday Good morning all, it was very wet in London when I hurried down the garden this morning. I was delighted to find Felix Chicken in my bowl when I got back. I hear that [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part Two
Day 5 – Wednesday, Funchal, Madeira I awoke just after six; it was still dark, so turned over and went back to sleep for another forty minutes. This time it was grey and grotty, and [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Eighty-Seven
Monday Good morning all, the cat is back! I have had a lovely couple of weeks off and the weather has been pretty good. I have spent lots of time out on my favourite windowsill [more…]
Drinking
Cruising to the Canaries – Part One
Day One – Saturday As I have made the Baltic level of the P&O Peninsula Club, I have a few perks on this holiday, one of which is an early boarding time. Today I am [more…]
Animals
Larry’s diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy Nine
Monday Good morning on this Bank Holiday Monday. It is nice and quiet here in Number Ten with only a small crew on. The girl who was on feeding duty this morning was not very [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-Five
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]