We used to live in Enfield, North London and had a railway line at the back of our garden. One night we heard a terrific noise in the kitchen- a large fox had chased our cat through the cat flat and had the cat cornered near the cooker. When it saw DH it smashed its' way out of the cat flap back into the garden.
We now live in a more rural area and seldom see or hear foxes.
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?
Aricle on what it's like to work as professional psychic witch
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)




