Gladstone-Bag speaks

I speak from the Head Perfect's Chair.  I must correct a misapprehension.  She is Miss Grimshaw.  Nothing Ms about her.  She does not hold with new-fangled ideas and likes to keep bloodlines pure.  I fear she will be amiss until the day she dies.  For a while I thought there was something going on with her and Sam the Useful, and then the Artist in Residence but I see no recent evidence.  I hold some hope for Mr Google - I believe they met on the internet.  I have heard his server is often down so that must be awkward.  Mr Firefox apparently finds this embarrassing.  I like the sound of him.

Back with a v

Some of you may know that, sympatico with Grandma Grimshaw, I was a little pawly over Easter.  The lump on my elbow suddenly got larger and Sam the Useful had to take me to the vet, who kindly removed it. Then last Friday I had what Mr Google describes as a 'vestibular event'.  It took me a cuppla days to recover.  Yesterday Grimshaw took me back to the vet to have my stitches removed - all is ok.  I am recuperating.  The acute observer may notice the ears of Samhain the Fox behind me - little vixen.