It’s all over bar the thunderstorm

Hello, Biggles here again. The Olympics are over. It's gone very quiet in our house. Mummy was always watching something. Sometimes she was watching two different things at the same time, one on her little computer and another on the big one. Mostly it was horses, or running, jumping and throwing people, or twizzling people, …

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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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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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