When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Monday, 31 August 2015
A cat, I think
I wish I were still as supple as Harley.
I'm not entirely sure which end is which on this one, but I suppose it must take a lot of energy eviscerating small rodents all day.