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As regular readers of the divine Big City Life know, one of the enduring loves of my life is the spoilt-avo-eating-child-licking-scary-sounding Rottweiler, Hera. She adores me, or at least I like to think so, though a nagging doubt in the back of my mind persists that should I stop slipping her delicious delicacies she would turn […]
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Last week I may have mentioned how frightfully anti-social I am. After reading about this bad habit of mine (you know the one, where I run maniacally away from approaching individuals), I have been inundated with hordes of people dropping by to say that they didn’t know I wasn’t keen on people, and isn’t it […]
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