We have a sad tale today from Manchester Piccadilly station.
This is Chocolat. Or at least that's the name printed on their foot.
They're a lovely, cuddly black kitty who was sadly separated from their owner on Platforms 3 & 4 about 19.14.
We heard a tinkle of broken glass and helped their owner tidy up however she had left before I could pass this lovely kitty back to her owner.
Unable to find her on the nearby train we are a bit lost.
Please share this far and wide, across any social media and maybe we can help reunite this poor kitty with their rightful owner.
We will ensure Lost Property here look after her in the meantime.
I only discovered fantasy novels as a grown-up. As an early teen I loved reading historical novels. The one that lured me over into reading more difficult and bigger books was Aidan Chambers’ Dance On My Grave. A YA novel before that was a thing.
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My Wife: I’ve seen reports that bears are up and about. Time to bring in the feeder.
Me: Seems awfully early.
My Wife: You said that last year.
Me: I did? Ok, after the weekend.
My Wife: That’s EXACTLY what you said last year. And then when did the bear eat our feeder?
Me: Errr… like Monday night I think.
My Wife: No, it was Sunday morning.
Me: We’ll compromise. How about Saturday night?
SATURDAY, 6:30pm
Me: I took the feeder in. See, no bears.
10 minutes later…