Woolleybeans

Snuggle in, guys. I might just be able to get my wings around all of you.

Just a blank screen for me all day.

Debi, please do not assume that, as a collective, we know anything.

Fantastically helpful, you beautiful liminal creature, you.

*holds up a card reading 10 for Daeds’ wenbike definition*

Once again working up to redrafting the same novel I keep coming back to.

He had stuff on his paws that really had to go, and I am used to dogs, and my dogs get washed if I say they do, so I just…picked him up to rinse him.

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?

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.

I’d love a glass, thanks, Mad.

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