Our miniature sausage dog Rory can be a moody little bug*er, but it was definitely more than sulking this time – so we took him to one of our local vets, Laetitia Gaudeux. B2 came with me, holding him on
It’s been quite a while since my last post, and that’s because I totally lost my mo-jo. I won’t bore you with all the reasons, but here’s one of them. I got asked to guest-blog on a well-known forum with
I was frantically scouring the shelves at The Crazy Store in Mowana Park, when I bumped into my daughter’s P.E teacher, Midge, similarly harassed. She was looking for creative ways to label bottles of wine for a 50th birthday party.
My daughter got given a paper straw at The Splash Café. ‘Not plastic!’ I said, impressed. The owner (Neli) explained that she ‘hated plastic’ because Durban harbour was full of it, and all the seals had disappeared. She went on
I love humans. My friends, my family – we are mostly humans. (Except for a few dogs, a couple of cats – and my brother has a beautiful leopard gecko called Gonville) so it is upsetting to be told that
I eventually clicked that it was the wwT (Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust) that we had visited in London, not the wwF. (World Wildlife Fund) And how long had I been donating to the wrong organisation for? 4 years, FFS?!?**? (Thank you
Shortly after we had relocated to the city Gaborone, capital of Botswana, a weird green ball appeared in our lemon tree. I stared at it for a while, wondering what it was, when a small, bright yellow bird flew in,