Ain’t no mountain (of unpacking) high enough, ain’t no valley (of unpacking-induced desperation) low enough, ain’t no river (of unpacking-induced tears) wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe.
p.s. Yes, I am still unpacking; interspersed with plenty of Zooborn action to keep morale up.
Baby prehensile-tailed porcupine, yes.
She leaves you with BABY BATS IN BLANKETS!!
Beaky the parrot has spent too much time round the likes of me, and, as such, has developed a rather colourful vocabulary. Beaky, a chattering lory, has been ingratiating himself with the staff at RSPCA Leybourne Animal Centre in Kent by calling everyone ‘stupid’ and intermittently shouting ‘Fuck’ and ‘Arsehole’. He is also a tad bite-y if he doesn’t like the look of you. His carers surmise that Beaky has been taught to swear by his previous owner, as he is a very talented mimic. Personally, I think he’s just a cantankerous ole boy telling those young’uns what’s what.
I hate not being able to have pets; it’s one of the many drawbacks of sharing rented living space. It seems the Gods are out to get me this weekend: I’ve seen nothing but new puppies and pretty cats. In fact, I came very close to stealing the potentially stray kitten in the Afro cash and carry today. I had dreams of smuggling it into my room, hiding it under the duvet whenever anyone came in. My landlord wouldn’t notice a kitten, surely? May have to revisit it tomorrow…
Farmyard Friends! In the middle of Hackney!
I spent the entire time I was there intermittently squealing, and slapping Lady Fox whilst shouting “I WANT IT! GET IT FOR ME NOW!”
We saw pigs:
Miss Fox: “Silly Americans just asked whether the animals are for petting, or if they actually get EATEN! Ahahaha!”
Sister-in-law Fox: “Actually, I think they do get eaten. You can buy their bacon and sausages in the shop.”
Some exciting breeds of chicken:
I’ve recently had a traumatic hair-dyeing experience which has left me with an unfortunate ginger halo. Lady Fox joked that this chicken “looks just like you!” I had forgotten to sulk about that, well reminded.
Some suave looking ducks:
And a goat friend that we weren’t supposed to touch but did:
Also, I tried to steal several dogs. And babies. I may be hormonal.
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London E2 8QA
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