Being back at the sorting depot for a while I’ve managed to catch up on a pile of mail set aside for me by my good friend Millie.
I received a lovely postcard of the beautiful hills of Tuscany from Winston who is currently on a four month cruise around the Med with his friend Betty. The ship has been specially adapted for geriatric mice with plenty of stair lifts, 24 hour new age therapy rooms and specially prepared diets for delicate digestive systems. Tommy wrote to inform me of exciting renovations to his castle. Apparently he’s erected an enormous orangery on the west wing for his bonsais, with underfloor heating and a sunken swimming pool. I must pay him a visit soon!
Amongst all the lovely letters however, I received a somewhat disappointing rejection to my application to the reading rooms at the British Library. I had hoped that using Winston as a reference would ensure success, but apparently not! Not one to fall in the face of defeat, I took my application to London with the intention of making a formal complaint, however, on reaching the museum I stumbled across a special mouse entrance and was able to gain access for a few days without any further bureaucratic form filling.
Morris would appreciate it if all readers of this blog keep the knowledge of his embarrassing middle name under wraps. Those with equally embarrassing middle names are free to share their shame by hitting the comments box. Or if you’re not brave enough to ‘fess-up’, let Morris know what you would read if your application to the library was accepted.
Morris will get back to you mouse style.
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