Some of you have kindly asked what Trold's apprentice and successor is called.
Well, as you probably can't pronounce his Danish name, we have decided on a pen-name and in deference to Harry Potter and because he is black he is calling himself Sirius here.
As most of you know, he started life as a stray and neither my efforts or those of the lady across the road where he sometimes was fed served to find out where he actually came from.
Neither chipped, tattooed nor apparently missed by anyone who saw our adverts, he seems to have reached the age of three (judging by his teeth) by sneaking food off more fortunate cats' plates - the cat-flap is such a boon to cat-thieves!
All the while the little soul apparently dreamed of two things: being able to sit in a window and look out at the world outside, especially when it is raining, and lying in a bed.
He is, as far as I can see, an entire tom, although there is no smell of tom cat, which I thought there always was in uncastrated males. If anyone knows better, do please enlighten me.
When he is a little more used to being a house cat and valued pet, a visit to the vet is indicated, as he needs to be chipped for my peace of mind and vaccinated against cat's flu, rabies and other nasty things. If the vet is likewise of my opinion that he is capable of siring any amount of unwanted kittens, obviously a further trip to the vet is indicated, as there are too many unwanted kittens in this sad world.
Army horses loose on London streets
Have any of you got all electric cars? Pros and cons please.
Angela Rayner lashes out and calls Sunak “pint sized loser”.