Still no Bruce

My friend came down with stepladders and we've been peering over walls and into tangles. Aso I managed to speak to the man in the shed filled garden, who was very nice and looked in his shed and under things, and even clambered up to look over into his neighbour's shed/garden. Still no Bruce but I feel better to know he's not in the sheds. I'd gotten myself so convinced he was trapped - knowing that he is roaming is some small comfort in a strange way.

I've put messages on local lost and found facebook pages and I'm going to stick up some posters in the area.

I am officially old.

One of the sites I follow has people post pictures of their Outfit Of the Day. A member from the UK posted a frothy, short skirted pink confection that she wore yesterday and my first reaction was...

"God, she must have been freezing."

Old.

I am old.