Writing Is Like A Bird-watcher Watching For

When One Is Striding Bravely Into The Future One Cannot Watch One's Footing.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would Have Told You, But You So Dislike Advice.

I Knew The Answer, And--of Course--so Did Ramses. He Has Superb Breath Control And Always Gets In Ahead Of Me.

But The Dust! And The Clutter! My Housewifely And Scholarly Instincts Were Equally Offended.