Martha
In oder to write, you must be in the zone. You must be in that special place in your head where you love to be. I didn't know what to tell you about tonight, I just couldn't make up my mind, as if something was distracting me, and then I suddenly realised what it was, " Martha " O yes I haven't told you about Martha have I. Well a few weeks ago James or Mr Rascal as you know him by, actually caught a dragon in a trap he had set in the woods. Trouble is James, being a kind hearted sole offered the dragon a place to stay. Sue his wife said " your not letting that creature sleep in this house James " and of course james had to obey. The next thing you know James was round at my house saying he had caught the dragon and could it stay at my house. Well you never know where this sort of thing will end. Dragons are supposed to live in caves like the one that lives below Snowdon, not in houses. Martha is sound asleep on the carpet under my table with her head resting on my left foot. That might sound fine to you but by about 11.00pm she will wake up and tare around the house like a mad thing. Barb is pretty tolerant but if Martha gets to wild Barb will be asked her to leave.
Dragons don't eat much, a couple of chickens and say 5 lamb chops and she seems quite happy. There are a few scorch marks around the house but they should cover up well with a good rub down and a lick of emulsion. James owes me one for looking after Martha. She can cause havoc in a house and she affects your thinking in some strange way. If you think some of my stories over the next few weeks sound a bit strange remember it's not my fault, blame Martha.