Well it’s taken me 13 years plus, but I think I’ve finally sussed it! First I was, a rather fabulous sheep dog! Who could round up sheep even when they didn’t realise that’s what they wanted. I would keep the cows up so they could be milked and sleep in the straw at night, I’d take the odd holiday walking round the SWC path and dine in the hub at St.Ives but when I got home the cows would laugh at me saying, Now Murphy thinks he’s been down Cornwall! One day I decided
to return to Ranscombe the home I was born and I slept in a cosy shed and kept watch and then one night I realised they have central heating in that there house so I snuck in and slept in the utility. Got on surprisingly well with the big black cat and I decided that he really didn’t need to sleep in his bed in the kitchen and would be much happier in my bed so we swapped or I plonked myself in his bed and he got the message! But tonight I thought why sleep on the floor when you can sleep on the kitchen sofa! They keep looking at me but one of the good things about getting old is, I can’t hear them!! 😂😂😂😂xx ... See more
