Ciao, my bellas!
Please accept my apologies for the lack of my esteemed column over the weekend. (I have just heard that the great festival-going, author-in-shades Kevin Wignall is a big fan of mine. Thank you Kevin!)
Even she-who-is-in charge didn’t get to put up a post. She took the laptop with her and left me the mouse to play with. Well, she didn’t leave it intentionally, she forgot it and I played with it. Luckily for her it’s cordless so there’s little damage; only a few scratches from my claws. She then discovered that the mousepad on the laptop wasn’t working. It was an IT disarrster of a weekend.
We should be up and running again properly tomorrow. I just got given ten minutes for this fluff-fill column. (Nowhere near enough for you all, I know.) She wants the laptop back to do some research, she says. And she keeps talking about dwarfs. Don’t ask me. What have dwarfs got to do with crime? Answers on a postcard please and don’t forget to lick your stamps before application. This licking business is being mentioned a lot too…
Aurelio, perhaps next year YOU should come to Harrogate…
If only, Kevin, my friend. Sadly the South Wales Police won’t let me out of the country as I have such a huge fan base of bellas I need their security and they tell me such things ‘are not cost effective for the tax payer’. It’s a lot of rigger-me-role just to get to the vet’s up the road, you know. (That bit suits me fine, but don’t tell anyone please.)