Piers
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HM King Piers of Peterborough, Emperor of East Anglia. I like secateurs. Cats, woodwork, metalwork, gardening, books and bookbinding, cheeses, whimsy. Also The Hobbyist. If you don’t create, you can only consume.
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Finn is being rained upon.
A black and white cat yells into the camera. He has yellow eyes and we can see his teeth and pink tongue. His whiskers are spread wide and very visible. His nose is a paler pink. He sits atop a covered gas barbecue in my neighbour’s garden. Behind can be seen grass and garden furniture. A leaf intrudes into frame from bottom left.
He’s delivering babies personally?
Have you moved? If they’re new neighbours they’ll just think that’s you.
Two left, one up, three right, four down.
I cannot laugh. These exercises expose how very inflexible I have become. One motorbike accident and then a slipped disc years later and you’re basically in rigor mortis.
I would but I don’t have one. I’m not for ritual humiliation and depression. My mood considerably improved over all by giving up on dating!
I’ve just completed the apparently near-magical Japanese before-sleep exercises and now Finn is super-cuddly and we seem to be friends again after I refused to feed him again earlier.
Blue. It’s always blue.
I think most are (I was thinking belly buttons)
Ah, same. But I was thinking belly buttons!
I was thinking belly buttons, but it’s interesting to see what some have assumed!
Are you an innie or an outie?
Same with 20mm straps, then. It’s an easy mod of 1/2mm each side with a scalpel, or you might just get away with the squish.
Oh, blimey. What a lot of stuff for the lad to cope with. Gentlest hugs 😿
Oh, no! I missed this. Has he been in the wars?
Is it 21mm? I just buy 22mm and shave a smidgeon off the corners to fit. If it’s leather, often that isn’t necessary as you can squish to fit.
Sinner? Sunnier. Indeed, it was sunny. Now it’s grey, and not a breath of breeze. Nothing is drying with any haste. Ho hum.
I’ve put out the washing, knowing full-well it won’t dry this afternoon. It was sinner earlier. It’s not now. Pah.
But early. Good going!
Afternoon, fuss-buddies! Have a smasher.
Does Mr. Peaches now have an anti-anxiety jacket? 😿