No playmates.

A century sure is a long time to go without ’em. Hmmm, yessss.
Maybe Chiquita’s visual manifestation to the girls has something to do with her attempting to rectify this. But perhaps not in the obvious sense…

Seems Chelsea is a little tired of having her personal space invaded. Personal space is very important to Chelsea.

My move back to the City was a success. I didn’t even manage to lose anything along the way, which is a first (“Not even your mind?” asked my friend Jon — “Oh I lost that ages ago…” I doth did reply).
Anyway, I recently discovered what is now my new favourite beverage.


I shall henceforth consume this sapid ginger-elixir in copious quantities until I am fat and bloated and dyspeptic.