Stonehenge (Virtual) Party Tomorrow Night - For the Newbies.....All Welcome

"I spent ages cocking my good leg over it's back and then discovered that I was facing the tail-end"

I so need to comment on that.

But I would be banned.

Wondered where you'd got to, super. Love your story... I was looking forward to seeing you on a red deer, but obviously that was destined not to be. I don't think anyone was actually arrested. Tardis and jet-propelled broomsticks got us out in time. At this rate, all the police forces in the country will be on the alert for us. Should we try Scotland next time?

Annobel Yay! We could have a beach party and sing Mull of Kintyre at the tops of our voices. Police in this area are rarely seen. Those I know, might even join in the fracas.

wotsamashedupjingl Do share. I need a good laff!

Are they goog looking and old enough to shave?

jeni Indeed they are. They also have twinkly eyes and a broad Scots accent. Very hard not to like - even when being frog-marched to be grilled by the duty officer

How do you know?

Put it down to having a juvenile sense of humour.

Tell us more, super. We need to know if we are associating with a known offender.

Annobel...the only known offender here is Rory the feral cat. Ever since his wifelet and two female kits have been rendered sterile, he has used us like a glorified hotel. Comes and goes as he pleases. Whinges for food because he's faint from lack of nourishment. Sleeps all day on cosy well-aired fleece blanket. Goes off on a mini rampage once night falls...returns in the early hours and makes strange, strangled noises under the window. Do we still love him? Naturally!

Reminds me of a book I read ages ago - Felidae, a cat detective story, but not for children, by Turkish-German author Akif Pirinci. He gets right into the mind of the cat who calls his owner 'the tin-opener'.

Reminds me of another book that has a sheepdog as an incidental character. He calls the sheep 'the clouds'

I had a feral cat. Years ago. When I was a thing young and lived in a caravan. I lured him into the van with bacon pieces and he came and lived with me. I loved that cat.

Fred.

I used to buy him liver in my lunch hour.

Why does it not surprise me that you lived in a caravan? Was it a barrell shed one?

My husband asked me the other day - 'What is that torquoise thing in Rory's igloo den?' Answer - 'A hot water bottle' Well, it had been chilly during his latest gadabout. I just wanted him to return to a cosy bed

Do you put one in dh's bed when it's cold?

Wow! that bloshy cat really has got it made!

No. It was cream and green. It had a cosy little grate and a bed that folded up into the wall, with straps to keep the covers in place.

I can't believe that was nearly fifty years ago!

Apart from his sex life, I mean!

He got pleurisy and I used to run the two miles home in my lunch hour and a quarter to give his meds and take him outside for wee. In my high heels and pencil skirts that was. I was quicker than the bus.

Where we're you jing? And why we're you living in a van?.

Well I thought we were very well behaved dont think I missed any naughtiness I have warmed through now and ready for another party

At least I didn't end up with someone under my blanket......booooo

I'm really sorry I missed it, was doing other stuff, but would have had alot more fun if I'd been with all of you. How's every one feeling on this glorious sunny morning--All bright eyed and bushy tailed?

Not sunny in East Cheshire yet, GG, but it feels and smells like spring, if that makes sense.