Those of you who have been following this blog for a while know that my husband and I walk our cat Bobby not only in the neighbourhood, but also in the local forest. We started this at an early age with her mainly because we live on a very busy road and have seen dead cats on it in the past – so didn’t want her to roam around. She still raises eyebrows when we are out and about, but I don’t care, plus often we get positive comments and compliments for our gorgeous moggie.
…with the exception of Stewart Lee, who wrote brilliantly about the differences between German and British humour four years ago. It all comes down to language. And context. I have been living here for almost eight years, find all sorts … Read More
I’m back from home in Cologne, where I spent Christmas with my dad and my sister and Dusty the Norwegian Forest who was originally my mum’s cat. She’s is the most adorable pretty cat. And she’s very different … Read More