As positive a person as I am, it would be safe to say I needed a laugh, but did not expect such a thing when “Working Wendy” once again became “Moaning Myrtle”. How wrong I was. So there I am driving to get yet more animal food when I decide things are not as they…
I’ll apologise now before I start, as this blog isn’t about holiday cottages, animals or Cornwall it’s about Moaning Murtle becoming a sex kitten, not so much your Eartha Kit, more a Brigitte Bardot or a Purdey. It’s not the speed you see, it’s more the purr and the ability for speed and the charm…
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