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'So, Mr. Bond. We meet at last.....'

What makes you think they didn't?

I like 'no wucking furries'. It's fun.

Well, Officer.....

What do you mean?

One of my boys is a senior police officer. If I got this message I'd be calling him immediately. The ease with which scammers 'poach' phone numbers is really scary!

My Chloe has a litterbox with a roof and a cat flap. It gives her privacy and is excellent at controlling any odour.

Well, you're a growing lad, Veggie! My youngest son (32) can strip a roast chook bare in mere minutes. It's like an attack of the Killer Locusts! And all three of the boys are slim and fit. 😆

And enough left over from a roast lamb or beef to make cottage pie? Never enough these days. Perhaps somewhere back in rose-coloured-glasses olden days!

Trisha was lovely on Play School. Such a good sport. ❤️

Going somewhere? says Chloe

Suzanne, do you think this would work with a pot that size but made of stainless steel?

I can't clip Chloe's claws. I'd finish up in the Emergency Department. Even the vet (well, one of them) is scared of her! I was given some Gabapentin to help sedate her before her next appointment, but I'm a bit worried about using it. She will have to be sedated properly by the vet anyway...

I totally understand. Those security gates would be the reason I wouldn't want to shop there. Anyone who had suffered from panic disorder and/or agoraphobia will know what I mean.

I believe 'wukka's' is a contraction of the spoonerism 'no wucking furries' i.e. 'no f@#king worries'.

Yes, a lot of words have drifted into the past. Take 'cobber', for instance. And 'sport' is nearing extinction.