Karen and I went to the awesome Hare Hatch Sheeplands on Saturday, this time to buy some fruit bushes for the allotment. Bernard fell asleep in the car on the way over.

*What’s the plan?* I asked.

“You’re going to stay in the car while I go and buy the fruit bushes. I’m being decisive, for once. I hope you like it.”

*I do like it. Feel free to buy me some nougat from the farm shop.* I said, while I pulled into a parking space.

She made it clear that this was not going to happen.

So I sat in the car, listening to Jonathan Ross, with Bernard snoozing in the back. Some time later, she returned.

“I brought you something.”


Meet Milo. The name owes its existence to a terrible, terrible pun.

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