Andrew Wille

You washed him? Oh lordy. You poor thing.

Doing a bit. Not so much as I should, but I’m on chapter 7 of Draft 1 of AsYetUntitledStory, so that’s something. In the middle of a weirdly non-sexy sexy scene, or a weirdly sexy non-sexy scene. Either way, it’s something new.

How’s about you?

Hopefully. He spends most of his time looking like Father Dougal got incarnated in the body of a kitten, like every single thing in the universe is blowing his tiny kitten mind, so perhaps he’ll get distracted and forget I washed his paws under the tap.

Been getting any writing done, there, Mad?

Cats have long memories, but they’re fickle. I’m sure you can buy back its affection somehow.

At the moment, I’m wondering how long it is cats can hold grudges for, because my kitten is cross with me.

Ah, lovely wine.

Cracking stuff. There ye go.
There’s a few jelly babies in a bowl (note, not really a bowl, just a half-full bag, but let’s pretend this is posh) on the table (not really a table, just a stool beside the computer desk) too.
What’s the craic, WB?

Afraid I won’t have the time to get involved, Ath. But good luck to ye all.

I’d love a glass, thanks, Mad.

Evenin’. I’ve just found that I can’t access this forum from work, where I could access the Cloud, but hey ho, such is life.
Congrats on the great news Philippa. Not the snail thing, that’s pretty horrible. But the book stuff. That’s all great.
I’ve got a lovely bottle of red wine here, if anyone’s around and fancies a glass.

Great idea, Athel 🙂

Yay!

Awesome sauce. I’ve signed up to the challenge.