jo Jo | 25 Jan 2012 10:21 pm
My new friend
Now that I have Cyril, my stuffed squirrel, I don’t need Helen any more. Take tonight when I arrived home from a gig. I came in the front door and there was Cyril waiting patiently for me. I told him how the gig had gone and he listened attentively and seemed very interested in all I had to say. When I told him about the fact our street appears to be covered in vomit, he was very sympathetic in a quiet way and I could tell he agreed that it was a sorry state of affairs. Also, Cyril is very tidy and does not complain about me using his towel. However, he has yet to make me a cup of tea – Helen is quite good about doing that even though she does not drink tea. I could do with a cup of tea now but Cyril is just sat in the living room, chewing his fake pine cone. Maybe Helen is better after all.
on 02 Feb 2012 at 8:42 pm 1.Abbi said …
Gef misses Cyril. I have stuffed some sweet wrappers and a scrunched up can into Gef’s log so that he feels like he lives on an urban boulevard too.