Just finished listening to Wednesday’s 1-0 loss to Forest, but at the same time learned of Liverpool’s thrashing of Wigan Athletic when Brian brought the little girls round to spend the night here.
Tomorrow is of course the big one in north London, but it won’t be as eventful as Holly’s dream to have a kitten.
The dream continued until one day, CRASH and something landed on the window sill outside.
Not a kitten, but the scruffiest, most ragged cat that you’d ever seen.
Bundles of joy don’t always come dressed as you imagine.