A welcome guest
Y neighbours already think I’m odd. After all, I have an unmown wildlife verge in front of my cottage and everyone else has theirs mowed by a team. They will think I’ve finally flipped for good now, because I keep opening my front door to talk to my new rescue cat Frank. It’s: ‘Frank, are you there?’, ‘Frank, are you going to materialise?’, ‘Frank, where are
