Writing

In 1975, I was born reluctantly into a house with three cats. One of them — Freddie — would become legendary. This is the story of my early years in Hastings: supermarket expeditions with a determined tortoiseshell cat, free school milk stolen by Margaret Thatcher, lisping my way through Blacklands Primary, and learning that pigeons were better company than most children.
The first part of My Life in Cats.