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It’s Tuesday. Sigh. Whilst you’ve been away on your Bank Holiday getaway, sat in a sweltering car parked on a motorway somewhere, sad stay-at-home social inadeqates such as myself have been here, still on the web. You know, in that way in which people who don’t have a life tend to do. Never mind.
In your absence, I’ve been putting up post-it notes about kissing with cold sores and further murdering of harmless animals, following the successful horse shooting episode. However, away from this humble apology for a website, one of my animal fables has been featured on the blog of the Snowbooks publishing house. Which is nice. So if you read the tale of the squirrel with the amazing store of nuts a few weeks ago, why not go and read it again but in a different font and on a different page design? It will be like a whole new experience, I promise you.
Oh, and you’ll notice that the story is posted under my real name, the one I never mention here so that I don’t end up with yet more search results in Google which would further encourage my small circle of stalkers. If you’d be so kind as to not mention it here, I would be very grateful. It can be our little secret.
Cynthia the squirrel is now available for public speaking engagements.