On the bus back from a marvellous evening at the Shoreditch House Literary Salon, I read my emails. Dan has sent a jolly one about Dolly's nocturnal wanderings.
"I love the idea
that she wanders around at night, finds something and thinks 'ooh that's nice'
and then trots excitedly back to her basket with it only to find it wasn't
quite what she really needed. Off again... Just imagine what she'd be
like at clothes shopping - buy buy buy and never taking anything
back."
Ah, I think fondly as I walk through the front gate, she is a funny little thing. I open the door and am nearly knocked off my feet by a large jumping bean with a flipflop in its mouth. I turn on the light to find a scene of mayhem.
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