L M Somerton - author

Awayday at work today. We did a timeline game sorting technology developments in schools from 1975 to the present.
Youngster: 1975...how are we supposed to know that?
Youngster 2: what the hell is dial-up?
Me (muttering): some of us were in school in 1975 you brats.

Me: that's to protect my knees.
Rog: the ground is wet.
Me: I know!

There is a LOT of crumble in my future. We only have one ancient Bramley tree but it sure is prolific.

Me: I'm sorry I watched a video of another cat on my phone, but it was cute.
Rog: you are dead to me.

When you can't make the bed because your cat invited his girlfriend over.

Me: I put my plate down for 15 seconds. You licked the Marmite off my toast.
Rog: I can't be held responsible for your negligence.

Much as I enjoy a bit of gratuitous flattery, the silver fox bots can go take a hike out of my dms. I'm more interested in book boyfriends, fur babies and scones.

Me: I need to catch up on five days of cuddles.
Rog: try it. I dare you.

Me: I have a new book out, Rog.
Rog: riveting.

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By me!

The moon is incredible tonight.

Aspiring to this level of zen today. (My bed, not my cat)

There can never be too many rainbow pictures.

Rog: don't move. She lost her glasses again. She won't even notice you're here.
Cocoa: I am invisible.

Caught this beautiful double rainbow this afternoon 😍.

Me: you've been fed.
Rog: your memory is unreliable.

There is a dinosaur between me and the bookshop...

The village festival ended with fireworks last night, which I watched from the comfort of my bed. Took some snaps through the window and pretty sure I'm foreshadowing an upcoming episode of Midsomer Murders about de*il worship. Murder weapon was a poisoned bottle of liebfraumilch from the tombola.

Me: I need you to vacate that chair, Rog.
Rog: I think...not.

Today's haul 😋

Me: I was about to put that manky old box in recycling.
Rog: not any more.

Rog: it's about time you deadheaded this rockery.
Me: since when did you become a gardening expert?
Rog: since my catmint disappeared into the undergrowth.

A small corner of my local bookshop.

Me: was that you I saw sleeping under the bird feeder?
Rog: I was guarding the tweeters.
Me:
Rog:

Made by me! Wonky scone, butter, homemade blackcurrant jam and Cornish clotted cream.

Almost ready to munch 😋.

I don't know what they're plotting, but it won't be anything good...

I took Night Nurse for my stonking cold last night and slept longer than usual. His breakfast was ten minutes late.

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