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

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

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

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.

Apart from his sex life, I mean!

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!

Wow! that bloshy cat really has got it made!

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

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

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

I used to buy him liver in my lunch hour.

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.

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

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'.

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!

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

Put it down to having a juvenile sense of humour.

How do you know?

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

Are they goog looking and old enough to shave?

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!

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?

"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.

super

So there I was, virtually beautiful and ready for some serious razzmatazz. . The deer turned up on time. I spent ages cocking my good leg over it's back and then discovered that I was facing the tail-end Tried a second time, and went over the top and into the bushes Third attempt was near perfect, except that I realised I had left the booze and home-made nibbles in the kitchen. Dismounted and tripped into the kitchen. My husband saw that I was virtually without party wear [clothing] and swooned ...spent an age trying to revive him but he was too far gone. Gave him a kiss on top of his bald head...he sighed...and the rest is unprintable. . By the time I was ready to party, deer transport had gone off on a trot. So, how did the party go? Was is wild? Was Faye arrested for disturbance of the peace?

Oh dear.