sat outside for a few minutes tonight, to take the air.
all i could hear was the gentle whisper of the sea in the distance, and the delicate rustle of a leaf as it fell to the ground.
no people, no traffic, nothing.
then a not so delicate yell from doris: 'kev! the cat's farted again!'
i pretended not to hear.
but the moment had passed.
QueeneMab

It is a beautiful night here too and surprisingly warm.
But the cats are still finishing off the lasagne and so the farting wont' start for another few hours.
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