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Benny for your thoughts: angry Benny
Sometimes, Benny experiences acute anger at the injustices of the world. Famine… And combat… Benny has experienced in spades. Not to mention RAGE:
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
“Train cancelled,” MindReader says to me. “And the next one.” “Aahh,” is all I can manage. I am FREEZING. The UK is cold at the moment. In the minuses, which it almost never is. And, as ever, I am wearing an inappropriate winter outfit. “Let’s go for dinner,” I say, as we walk back across …
Find a Benny, pick it up…
“Well, he can’t be as naughty as he was last night,” I say to MindReader, watching Benny lolling about at the foot of our bed. Last night, Benny woke us up at midnight tearing around the bedroom, and then woke me up at 6.30 meowing RIGHT in my face. And, as you can imagine, Benny …
Sunshine flashback
February 2007 It was one of those late-winter days, when everybody was ready for spring but the breeze was colder than ever. We walked out of our criminal lecture, my optimistic skirt flapping around my freezing legs. “What you doing now?” a young MindReader said to me. I shrugged. It was a Tuesday afternoon. Our …
Benny for your thoughts: Not his best angle
We can’t find collars to fit.
Benny for your thoughts: Benny hides
Sometimes, Benny hides, for absolutely no reason at all.
Benny for your thoughts: Benny in motion
Those of you who have been reading for any length of time will be more than aware that photos and videos and – well, anything but writing, and sometimes not even that – are not my strong suits. So excuse the poor quality of these. And the fact that they are filmed half in portrait …
Room shoes
“What’re you doing?!” MindReader says to me, as I sink my teeth into my sandwich behind a display of Body Shop lip balms. “Eating!” I say, through a homemade mouthful of tuna, mayonnaise and rocket. “Thanks for coming.” MindReader and I are lucky enough to work a stone’s throw away from one another. We used …
Benny for your thoughts: Baking Benny
I was making pretzels courtesy of one of my favourite blogs the other evening, and Benny oversaw the kneading process with the air of an inspector.
On canapés
“So do you want to come and help feed her?” DoctorSister says to me, standing up and carrying EarlyNiece into the kitchen. EarlyNiece’s her chubby little legs kicking away as she walks. “Ooh, yes, quickly,” I say, following. I am at DoctorSister’s briefly, after a day at work and before a work night out in …
