Unintentional bedfellow.

As a New Years present, my previous landlord decided that he wanted to move Scorpio and I into a smaller room and double the rent money. The long and the short of it is that we ended up moving, in a day, into the spare room of one of Scorpio’s very charitable friends. This is in fact a better move for us, more space and warmth, a new start, however there is one thing that I hadn’t realised before we moved in. There would be an extra bedfellow. Smudge. I’ve never had a cat before; my Dad is allergic so I wasn’t allowed one when I was younger, then I was at university, and since then I’ve not really been up for that kind of responsibility. It certainly is an adjustment, an entertaining adjustment, but an adjustment nonetheless. I think part of the problem is that the spare room is Smudge’s territory, and we are invaders. Very early on he

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And so it begins…

I have now written the first line of this first post about five times and every single time I felt as if I sounded like a pompous idiot; I may still but at least I might get onto the second. It is January once again and this year I decided a little bit of re-motivation was in order, to try and get my creative spark back, so I made a resolution of sorts. I’m not usually one for resolutions, as like many others I tend to find that I’ve broken them by the end of the month, or sometimes the day after I’ve made them. However this year I decided that I would set myself something that I am pretty sure I will actually stick to…getting myself back into the creative zone. Creativity to me is many things and I’m sure that as I write more these things will become apparent. (That’s not to say that all of my posts

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