Ignoring the wrath of the critics, yesterday everyone from the Palace of Bundance went to see Cats. Our local picture house has been tarted up and now has the most enormous reclining seats, so we’re happy for any excuse to stretch back and stuff our faces. My cinema snack of choice is the pretend cheese […]
What I learned about gender, birthdays and happiness lately.
Boy guinea pigs do poos that are nearly double the size of girl guinea pig poos. Boy Two’s money earning enterprise stretched last week to the care of a pair of guineas called Fred and Ginger. Mostly we spent the time amusing ourselves by anthropomorphising the cross-kitchen gazes. ‘Ooh, Cheerio I don’t half fancy you. […]