On being red
On being red
Originally uploaded by perlmonger. ramtops and I return, from the broadbandless (courtesy v.omit media) wastes of Norfolk, where we’ve spent a very fine five days in the home and company of kalunina, her wonderfully charming Harrington Gurney and, for much of the time, Harry’s granddad, Maurice. And, of course, Esk and Ptep who serenaded us across the country on the way to their new home on Saturday. They seem utterly traumatised by the experience, to the extent that they made themselves at home by half-way through Saturday night and only got antsy just before we left to come home, presumably fearing a repeat of Saturday’s forced basket insertion manœuvres. It seems Maurice’s elbow pits are an acceptable alternative for nuzzling to mine.
Anyhow, a splendid time was had by all, I missed being online not the least tiny bit, and I’m going to make little or no effort to catch up with intervening happenings on LJ: please prod if there’s anything I should read.
Happy $WINTER_FESTIVAL to you all.