As I might have mentioned before, I’m actually a dog — in fact, a puppy with a five-second attention span. I have no idea where I’m going, but you’re welcome to tag along.
I must have been a cat in a former life because, despite all evidence to the contrary, I still believe in magic and that there’s a spell in every book just waiting for the right person to open it. And I was definitely born with nine lives (six down, three to go).
So don’t you believe those rumours that I’m really a 200-year-old vegetarian vampire, fed-up with all things technological and unable to ping back, link up or follow any other friendly techno-suggestions. It’s just that there are far more important things to do, like tucking into a book, or watching the clouds go by.