But Try As I Might,

My Albert Married His Maisie Brown As He Said He Would. But I Think She Never Took To Me, Nor I To Her For That Matter. Perhaps It Was A Feeling Of Mutual Jealousy.

Animals Are Sentient, Intelligent, Perceptive, Funny And Entertaining. We Owe Them A Duty Of Care As We Do To Children.

I'm Still Not Sure I Want To Be A Writer. I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller More.

There's A Mouse In Here With Me. He's Sitting There In The Light Of The Lamp, Looking Up At Me. He Seems As Surprised To See Me As I Am To See Him. There He Goes. I Can Hear Him Still, Scurrying About Somewhere Under The Hayrick. I Think He's Gone Now. I Hope He Comes Back. I Miss Him Already.

By The Time I Sit Down And Face The Blank Page I Am Raring To Go. I Tell It As If I'm Talking To My Best Friend Or One Of My Grandchildren.