Category: Favourites
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The Secret Watcher
Silently he sits. Watching. Waiting. Unmoving. As still as a statue; not even twitching a whisker. Staring. Anticipating the moment to move. He decides now is the time. The threat is gone. The time is right to curl up and have a lazy afternoon snooze. He still watches secretly, though. He knows what he is…
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The Second Joy of Spam.
Yesterday, I did threaten a follow-up post. This is it. I’m still being sent into the spam folders of various blogs, so rather than being catapulted out into the realms of the outer blogosphere, I’m using my latest posts to try to get a message through to the blogs I follow to see if they…