Today is Steve Travers’ funeral, and I’ve lost my comb. I look like shit, and must face all these people. It will undoubtably be a maudlin affair, and I do not relish the prospect. Even so, it’s a nice sunny day and having a bath and a shave might just perk me up sufficiently to be able to face the solemn gathering of local family and close friends.
Leaving Mr. Barker at home will have to be done. The usual drill of putting all the electrical wires up on high be necessary, lest my little chewer destroys another laptop lead or lamp. I can’t begrudge him for it, he’s just wanting attention, and who can blame him? “Have you been chewing mains cables again have you?” My little chewer. I love him so much.Max.
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