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Year of the Rat

A few years after I moved out of my parental house my then partner and I got a pair of fancy rats. Gorgeous little critters. Moira and Oisin – soon dubbed my pair of little klouterkabouters or climbing gnomes, because before you knew it, they would be up in the curtains. Gosh, these things could […]

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Come on, little one, talk to me

I feel like I want to write. I don’t know what about. I’ve wasted all day messing about with Facebook and Reddit. What am I avoiding?Come on, little one. Talk to me. I see you. It’s a grey and chilly day. You’re a burst of colour in your red lacquer raincoat; a tiny solitary figure on […]