The Postman

Can they make room for these, but not little old Dot?

Just a quick one, but change of plan.
When I got to the station yesterday all sorts of people were offering to pack my bike and do all sorts of wonderous stuff with old sacks.
I declined and went inside.
There the man looked at Dot and said ‘not like that’. The box will have to come [...]

Bloody hell it’s hot. Forty four degrees today and Dot’s armpits are really starting to stink.
I can’t remember the last time I emailed, where I was, what I was doing, but in case it was over a week ago I’m now in India, Varanassi to be precise. It’s a weird, hectic city, made famous by [...]