poppy

If I remember rightly, Ove and the cat form a close bond in time and it's all part of Ove's transformation from grumpy, self-centred, isolated old man to making friends.

I did continue with The Custard Boys, (until a library book I was on the waiting list for became available). I'm just over 60% through. There's an undercurrent and hints that something awful will happen. I think I'll keep reading in the hope the protagonist, John Curlew, will redeem himself. In the meantime, I'm reading Marple: Twelve New Stories by a variety of authors.

Sing Me No Sad Song ~ Helen Reddy

The Song Remains the Same ~ Led Zeppelin

a huge marble bag

to screw us for as much as possible. Still, the Major could pay and it'd be worth any price to get rid of the old pestilence. 'Major, I'll just have a little chat with your family first. You stay here in your pris ... err, nice safe room, and we'll be back in a jiffy.' 'Whatdaya mean, chat with me family. That scoundrel there's no family!' he shouted, pointing at me. 'He's out to fleece me, corrupt me daughter, dump rabid cats on me. Don't believe a word he says!' 'Now, Reginald, calm yourself, 'said Mrs Twiddlepass, 'we don't want you having a stroke now, do we. I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can have a slice of my Dundee cake.' We followed Dr Phil upstairs.

They're beautiful, Muggle. What did you call all the different ones? I remember steelies( old ball bearings), peewees, cateyes, I thought we called the really big ones bulleyes, but not sure and were the white and coloured ones milkies?

especially the peewees and I thought of you immediately 🥰

Mrs Widdleblast ...Piddlelard... Fiddlegas? My new factorum, don't you know, what.' 'I thought it best to keep him safe down here,' explained Mrs Twiddlepass, 'he was wandering round with a shotgun claiming a cat had gone berserk with a frying pan.' 'Sconed me, the sewer! Broke me best Spode chafing dish. I'll get the blighter, see if I don't! Hand me me gun!' Mrs Twiddlepass rolled her eyes, 'He's off again.' 'Darling, I think it's time we called in ...

Guilty All the Same ~ Linkin Park

Just started The Custard Boys by John Rae. It's about a group of boys during WW2, too young to fight and bored with nothing happening. Not sure if I'll continue with it, it starts off with the boys relieving their boredom by chasing cats on their bikes which is pretty disturbing. I'm reminded of the bullies in Lord of the Flies, a book I hated.

and ripply, rippling things

... a name to conjure with, indeed. 'I'm Roslyn Flowers, the Major's daughter, and I demand to see Daddy now! This instance! Make it snappy!' 'Darling, she looks about ninety, snappy probably isn't in her skill set,' I said in an aside. But Rosie ignored me. 'When I say snappy, I expect a bit of hustle and bustle! Come along!' 'Very well, then, if you insist,' sighed Mrs Twiddlepass, 'but I did warn you. He's busy.' She lead the way to ...

Rosie rapped on the window again and beckoned to the lady. She bustled over and opened the window, 'I'm already saved, I don't need a new vacuum cleaner and I donate by mail.' She shut the window again. 'This is getting ridiculous! Daddy could be lying dead or dying and I can't get in to see him.' She had a sudden thought, 'Johnny can pick locks, heavens knows where he picked that up, it's most out of character but I'll give him a call.' I reluctantantly...

Guilty Of the Crime ~ Eagles

rippling through their glassy

spitting out the bones skillfully. 'Here Dingle, come to Mummy,' coaxed Rosie in her most wheedling voice. But he ignored her completely. 'How long have you had Rombald?' asked Rosie suspiciously. 'Oh, for years!' Miss Horlicks replied confidently, 'We're inseparable.' Rosie decided that since he looked well cared for and he'd always proved a challenge at the cafe, Dingle was safe in Miss Horlick's hands, however much of a fibber she was. She was just preparing to head for home, when she saw a movement in Daddy's ...

The Heart Asks Pleasure First ~ Michael Nyman

marbles, particularly ones with

Hi Jackie and a big welcome 😊 Hayley is the administrator now, and not nearly as strict about rules and regulations. She's lovely 🥰

she firmly shut the door. Rosie was just about to leave when she spotted a black and white cat sitting on Miss Horlick's window sill, washing the remains of Kitty Kuisine, salmon flavoured, from her right paw. He looked remarkably like Dingle. 'The old biddy!' Rosie exclaimed, and knocked furiously on her door again. When Miss Horlicks answered the door, winding her way around her ankles was ...

The Wind ~ Cat Stevens

deposit his precious collection

on, I'll need a strong cup of tea by the time i get there.' 'I think I should accompany you, dear.' I offered. 'You'll need help controlling your father, the state he's in!' 'No, Johnny. You'll only antagonise him, you know how you are. I'll check how he is and then we can decide what to do.' But when Rosie arrived at the Majors, the door was locked and there was no answer to her knocking. She decided to see if his neighbour had seen anything. Miss Horlicks ...

Winter Winds ~ Mumford and Sons