Goodbye, Kipper

He is gone, he of the splay foot and the silky coat. My little buddy, my little Jean Marais beastie. He’s Connor’s cuddle buddy. He’s my alarm clock; even this morning I awoke thinking I’d heard that impatient yowl. He was always quite the talker. And always underfoot: I always feared one day I’d trip…

DIY

Kipper is not amused. Kipper and Connor get on well for the most part. The occasional toy dispute ruffles a few feathers. My first NY breakfast with local syrup for local people. Removing one layer of wallpaper to find another: a southern motif. What the finished version of the sitting room will look like. Cheery!…