Friday 28 February 2003


A lovely day. The farmer has put out chicken dung to fertilise his fields.

With my superior sense of smell, I sensed it before TJam and nipped off to have a little snack.


Sunday 9 February 2003


We have lived with TJam for a whole year now. She is a little greyer and with a few more wrinkles, but she is generally glad she chose us. I am house trained. Chips is not. I still chew things. Chips still steals food. TJam is not laughing about that any more and won't let us take any photos of the evidence. She does not want to reward our bad behaviour. Yeah. Right.

All in all we are pretty settled.

Look how big Carlsberg is now.