Before he met me, M was a wild man like a pirate who did all sorts of terrible things like jostling old ladies, scaring babies, and spitting on the floor. I am sure there were much worse things than this but he wouldn't tell me so this can't be made public. Anyway, a nefarious past is surely the only explanantion for the ease with which he removed these bars from the kitchen window today. Well I can always fantasisie...
Now he just jostles you affectionately, alarms and amuses Daniel , tries to keep Sam and I under control when we are naughty and parps a lot. Good old Martin.
ReplyDeleteI wondered what that activity was-now I know it's "jostling"! Phew!
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