All By Myself… again

Way-aye, Roscoe here again. That Bertie told you the news last week: I'm all by myself again. To tell the truth, it's not bad. I can sit beside Neville's run, and chew on the bars a bit if I want a chat. Most times he comes over. Sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes he comes and sits …

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It’s my birthday on Thursday

Hi there, Bertie here.  It's my birthday on Thursday!  I'll be two years old.  Biggles will be two, too.  Mummy says we can have a party in the living room again. I like parties.  We had a great time last year. But now I feel sad, because last year I was with Midge and Percy …

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Yesterday was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday

Well, it would have been if they'd made it this far.  I think Mummy is only just getting over the shock of Dylan dying, eight weeks after Dougall did.  I guess he just couldn't live without him, even though you'd have thought that Dylan was so outgoing and into everything (and everyone) that he'd be okay. …

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