I have crossed my fins for you.
The camping trolley approach may be wrong for you for many reasons (e.g. having to bend down to get things in or out), but one thing that mine does - I think most models do - is let you push it, clipping the vertical handle against the short side. That’s how I move it through a crowded convention space, in front of me so that I can avoid running people over.
Why would you want to?
Koff, sorry, dunno wot came over me, no Gus-biscuit ect ect
And now Amazon thinks I want to buy a book telling me how to grow up without growing old, but I’d be rather more interested in the reverse. Who wants to be a grown up anyway? That’s boring!
Some of them might play games with me later.
I can put on a mantle of grown up ness when I have to.
I sometimes think everyone else is doing the same thing.
yardarm
A reasonable ambition in life is to go straight from your first childhood to your second.
I have yet to exit my first childhood
I peered round the door of adult behaviour and swiftly retreated
Seems to work for me
A terrific thunderstorm here a little while ago, complete with huge hailstones. Then the sun came out, a blackbird and a thrush sang their hearts out at opposite ends of the garden, and when I looked out of the window the lavender was covered in bees.
So having thought it was August last week, the weather has now decided it’s April?
o…kay…
Well we did miss April out, having June immediately after March.
Cats and weather.
What - both impossible to predict to behave in a forecastable way?
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
The same person is credited with “Never underestimate the power of human stupidity”, but I think that may have been said earlier by someone else.
Want a little blue octopus!
Would it stay reliably blue, though? Or, even, little? Itizz rather gorgeous, mind.
I’ve just returned, soggily, from walking Poodle (she’ll be lodging until Saturday). The forecast said ‘rain later’ so now it’s dry. Poodle’s extra curly and contented, asleep at my feet.
Soo xx
I knew you would!
The question, though, is, “does a little blue octopus want a limpet?”
As a snack dear Fish?
I’ll be honest, Twellies, I wasn’t about to put money on which of you or Gus would first voice a wish for a little blue octopus…
