The Tale Of Mrs Tiggy-winkle*

Back at the flat.  My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine.  Red lights flash.  The wash is over.  Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer.  Soon, but not yet.  First must write this. Wish Mrs […]

The Tale Of Samuel Whiskers

“You’re so beautiful, my fluffy monster,” I tell him as he lies in my arms, purring. It’s an impressive purr: the rumble of a little steam engine. Stroking his head, I look down at him and notice something very strange and unsettling. “Mum,” I say. “Someone has cut off all his whiskers on one side.” […]