An Ode to Autumn
I have a confession to make. Despite insisting on buying one every year, I really hate pumpkins. They’re never as easy to carve as the...
Choose Joy
So it’s been six weeks since Baxter came home and what a six weeks it’s been. We’ve taught him to sit, steered him through a bought of...
How three adults became the family that stand in the front garden at 11pm clapping a poo.
We have always been cat people in our family, purely because of the hours my parents worked and the fact that we have a relatively small...