Gosh we've had a lot of weather lately haven't we? Last night we got one of those Atlantic gales that make you very very afraid. You wouldn't put a milk bottle out in that weather, even the rats were wearing fur coats. Yes the old ones are the best!!
Talking of fur coats. We employed a new worker in the farm the other week. He's the white lad in the photograph. We got him to live in the farmhouse and to eradicate a few stray field mice. His real name his Sugar but I Christened him with his first name Alan. Everybody on the smallholding calls it him now.
Anyway folks he's also clearly a cat of leisure. I have attempted to explain that he's not got the right snooker equipment and he should really wear a waistcoat. Alan doesn't care though. Hope he's paying for the light?
|Alan dreaming at the Whiskas world tennis-ball snooker championship in Sheffield or would it be Catford?|
I'm off to town this week to the post office to see if I can get him a CAT LICENCE. Well they used to ask for them on Monty Python didn't they?