bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
For the last couple of days Jock's taken to sitting by the front gate and peering into the distance, occasionally barking. Not sure, but I think he's waiting for Sprocket to come home. We all miss him. Been a week now.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.