Back at the flat and am going to write this now, before my afternoon sleep, as when wake up will need to:
1. Unload dishwasher.
2. Put washing away.
3. Make supper: probably The Omelette.
4. Prepare self for the Office tomorrow.
The panther lies sprawled across my bed, taking up most of it. Am curled up into a tiny corner.
“Where does the panther go when he’s not with you?” Mum says yesterday, whilst we’re watching television.
“I don’t know, he doesn’t tell me,” I say. “He just turns up, after months away, with no explanation or…”
“Look!” Mum says, pointing to the screen. And there he is: in a Jaguar advert with Tom Hiddleston – prowling around, shiny and black with huge teeth.
“So that’s where he’s been, filming that advert,” I say. Glancing over at the panther on the other sofa: he doesn’t even acknowledge himself on the television.
But now we know his secret.
Attached photo is a swan who we saw on today’s bike ride.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2009. By Michael Gruber. Supernatural thriller.
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 
Well if one is to be dogged by a somewhat unpleasant panther, at least he is a famous one! xx
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