Panther through the undergrowth. My husband, the Panther of News, has been blogging. He’s a bit ranty, but it would cheer his grumpy little heart if people went to read it. As well as being the Panther of News, he’s also the Rantparrot, for reasons that must have seemed hilarious once but now I can’t remember.
My husband, the Panther of News, is a remarkable man. Not least for the status updates he posts on Facebook from time to time. Here’s his latest: “So, had a debate there with Ellen about word association. I said it’s pish. If the guy said ‘say the first word that comes into your head’ and then says […]
The Panther of News went on the prowl to the supermarket with the Panther Cub, (AKA Boy Three) in tow. All did not go according to plan, here’s the Panther’s own story: A note of caution for my friends and colleagues who are about to embark on the parenthood journey and a more pressing warning […]
Roses are red, crocodiles are snappy, He might not be perfect,but my Panther makes me happy… OK so it’s not going to win any literary prizes, but it’s sort of the spirit of the day. Eh, Snookums? Fluffy bunny-bum? A dozen red cliches and some scratchy pants.Valentine’s Day is clearly a load of commercialised tosh […]
The Panther complained it had been a while since I blogged and seeing as how I wasn’t saying anything, could he? SO the wild Orchid I married is doing a blog. That’s fine apart from one thing – I have to read it regularly otherwise I am not being supportive. If I ask of an […]