“You have got to come and see this” I call to my husband. “Your cat – Astro is definitely his cat – has managed to ensconce himself in the cat basket.” Nothing too remarkable about that I hear you say. Well it tweaked my fancy as the cat basket had been sitting on some boxes in the utility room for about 5 years and had never been used by either of our cats. When we were “adopted” by our friend’s cat “Brother”, he decided to use the cat basket. He snores gently in it most of the day and all…..
I have a very clear memory of playing a particular family game. I am probably about 6 or 7 years old, it is a picture book sunny afternoon, the there are small cotton clouds floating across a bright blue sky. My whole family squeeze into our rather battered orange beetle. “Where are we going?” asks my sister. “I don’t know” replies my father. “We are going to play a game” says my mother. “What sort of a game?” asks my foster brother. “A fun one” my mother said! It turns out the rules of the game are really simple. Each…..