Poor Small Z has been struggling with the fact that Z-Mow is really gone. We hoped so much she would somehow magically reappear; rescued from a lost and found or discovered hiding out in an op-shop. I had (in retrospect) suggested I could make her another cat far too early in the piece. She had …
Five days in Airlie Beach was enough. M fought the toilet and won – although he was literally sprayed with shit three times during the process. Bella Luna stank like a sewer and the Smalls and I tried to make ourselves scarce. The toilet itself wasn’t the problem. The pipes had gradually built up layers …