Call me a sentimental old whatever, but watching a four-year old hearing The Tale of Samuel Whiskers for the first time, read by someone who could do the police in different voices, took one as far from the Waste Land as is possible. It also made me think about moggies, which brought back memories of a trip to Kabul.
Bruce Anderson
Cats and clarets
The Professor’s household triumphantly refutes the claim that the number of daughters a man has is in proportion to his wickedness in a previous life
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