My name says it all!
Right. The days not started well our cat brought us a present. A HUGE gert big wood pigeon, dead as mutton, brought through the cat flap and deposited on our bed at seven o'clock this morning.
The cat, Snot, just sat there purring satisfaction oozing from every pore (should that be paw?) while the memsahib once again sounded off about what she was going to do to Snot and then me.
More about Snot, how he got that name, and - well everything if anyone's interested.
Meantime about petite mom. Petite? I wish!
I'm 73 and have been retired since 2000. My wife is a few years my junior and we both live in Norfolk in the UK.
Our home, a small Edwardian villa, is in a once small village just outside of Norwich which has over recent years been enlarged to now be a small town..
Interests? Eclectic and religions from a purely academic basis.
Likes? Lots of things especially Spring, mornings, good food, good coffee, nice people.
Dislikes? Not many but they're strong. Ignorance, especially as a deliberate choice ranks high. Closed minds, cruelty in all of its forms, and seagulls with hairy legs.
Religion? Fundamental Pastafarian.
Get the picture?