On Monday the Bishopsgate Singers do a stonking sharing of the Motown and Soul songs we have been practising this term. The two animals take absolutely no notice of each other.
It has taken a shine to doing this, every morning this week. It is sitting at the back of the garden when the stray ginger cat arrives, sits at the window, pressing its nose to the glass. A small fox comes and just hangs out, scratching it’s fleas, soaking up a little bit of sun between the rain storms. Chilling in my back room this morning and realise I have not one, but two rusty coloured visitors in our little London garden.
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