Of late however, she has been a bit subdued. The customary amuses bouches for me to feed on, have been missing. My inspiration for this fantastic and riveting blog seems to have disappeared.
I mentioned this to the TG in the hope that she might do or say or glow something to swell my blogging fingers. I have been surreptitiously following her around the apartment, diving behind the sofa and lurking behind Gertrude to try and glean a moment of blogging clarity.
Nothing - absolute zilch - until ............
.
........ she wiped some bread crumbs off the bread board, glanced in my direction whilst I was behind the television trying to look like Bruce Forsyth on Strictly Come Dancing, and then popped the wooden platter behind the toaster. That was all I needed - my imagination fed for another day.
There's always something there - you just have to look for it..
Now. where did I put my glasses?
(I thought he was practising being a spook - his favourite programme's back [Tuesday's BBC 1, 9.00pm] and he's got over excited. Gertrude's really fed up with being lurked behind. Lo,TG Ed).
