It's THAT time again... I caught the 5.20am train from Manchester Piccadilly and,
about five hours later, I was in rural Northumberland.
two pet rats were travelling 'first class' in their swishy box that I made for
them. The box was inside a bag (the top unzipped a bit, so they get plenty of
The roving rodents seem to take travelling in their stride. It must be in their
genes I think... All those years of stowing away on ships and setting up colonies
They even had some of my egg mayo and cress sandwich when we changed train at
York. So station food can't be all that bad...
We arrived in the village, I zipped up their bag completely for a minute and pushed
them around the supermarket in a trolley while I grabbed some groceries. Sorry
Co-op but your sign only said 'no dogs'. I hope no environmental health officers
read my site.
Can't get the rats' favourite here either: Sainsbury's Watercress, Spinach and
Rocket salad. They'll have to make do with dandelions from the garden. What a
It's one year and eight days since I was here with
D and we returned to Manchester together. No one has set foot in the house
since. This is what one year and eight days worth of junk mail looks like...
Not as much as I expected.
I looked through it with Miss Noodle watching on the webcam...
Enjoy family life -- get a parrot. Er, no thanks. A scary religious leaflet by
the looks of it (I didn't bother reading it).
Hearing aids for the over 50's. I'm offended!
Yippee a free pen...
Er... six free pens.
Not a single piece of important mail (bills go to Manchester). Unless you're Pauline
from League of Gentlemen. In which case all those free pens would send you into
I've only been here for three hours and a neighbour has already offered me a free
shed that she no longer needs.
Don't mention the garden...
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