#198 – Not My Cat
But he seems to have made himself very much at home in my garden.
But he seems to have made himself very much at home in my garden.
‘There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones.’ – Rudyard Kipling
Coffee; that much needed pick-me-up as I hit the mid-afternoon wall. Hopefully it will see me safely through to the end of the working week.
‘Miss Jenkyns did not like to cut the fruit, for, as she observed, the juice all ran out nobody knew where, sucking [only I think she used some more recondite word] was in fact the only way of enjoying oranges.’ – Elizabeth Gaskell, Cranford (Actually, I think this might be a tangerine but never mind…!)
…but us chickens.