Today my cup of Jo just might send you looking to adopt a feral cat if you think about it too much. That’s what she basically sad. Read and Opine.

Jo Robinson

Still in research mode, I’ve stumbled upon yet more weirdness.  At this rate, I’ll end up in a flat somewhere with several large padlocks on the doors, blacked out windows, fifty seven cats, and a strange inability to discard old newspapers.

 

Now, I’m not sure of the exact date when people started manufacturing metals, or hammering nails into things, but I have been led to believe that this was not four hundred million years ago.  I am sceptical of most conspiracy theories, and wild tales of abominable snowmen.  I won’t believe in unidentified flying objects either until I actually see one.  Well, I actually did see something zooming around the moon one very hot night, as I was floating around in the pool.  But that could very well have been alcohol induced, so my personal jury on the matter is still out.

 

I was looking for some information…

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