LITTLE THINGS...

*It’s been wonderfully hot and everyone’s windows are flung open at night. Lulu (the Paris cat, not to be confused with Lola, my London cat) and I have our hands/paws over our ears because it’s either the woman with the improbable hour long orgasms we hear or the baby squealing’.
Or maybe it’s the other way round.

*The English translation on the cash machine says; “please key in your personal