The Feline Agony Aunt
The Little Furry Muse has informed me that her followers need her. There are…
Silliness (& the Importance Thereof)
Last Friday I found myself sitting down to watch Sharknado, which is something…
An Unexpected Edinburgh
Yes, it is technically short story week. But it’s my blog and I can change things…
The Little Furry Muse Speaks
The significant human (SH) is ‘tired’. It’s her own fault – she will insist on staying up…
Sunshine Blogger Award
I’d like to thank the little furry muse, chocolate, tea – wait. Sorry, no. Not that sort…
Wandering & Wondering
I have a reasonably good sense of direction. I don’t mean I have a compass…
An Interesting Age
In not very long, I will have a birthday, and I will be 39. I actually wrote a whole blog…
A Blog About Baking
Once upon a while ago, I used to cook full-time. In fact, I had a few jobs where…
The Real Night Before Christmas (a re-telling)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in Santa’s workshop,
No one was slacking, they worked on non-stop.
The elves were all hungry, their feet were all sore,
And no one had slept for six days or more …
Be Gentle With Yourself
The last month has been one of those months, not just for me, but for quite…