As I mentioned to my mirror, I know this gorgeous alien, but she doesn't say much, mostly... As I said to the lady I see in the mirror, ‘I share my house with this alien that turned up in the summer, disguised as a sleek grey Siamese cat with ultra-light blue eyes. ‘She’s sure got a mind of her own,’ I told my glassy-eyed lookalike. ‘I know she’s a she, because men aliens couldn’t possibly be so beautifully aloof.’ ‘How true,’ my reflective companion agreed. ‘I call her SooCh

Too dangerous... But it's Calnut down there... where I have to go.... ‘Too dangerous,’ their driver insisted. So they rode Kiri-kee and Orchy with their mother leading on foot, while Kyre led the three pullers. The trail was well built, with stone reinforcements and cut-out cliff overhangs in places. Even so, wreckage of three, possibly four, wagons could be seen littering the canyon floor far below. ‘Surprising how far they splatter, isn’t it?’ Jovial Jocki called to them, ‘

You bought a what!? A black hole? ‘This black hole you bought, Lomey? You’ll have to remind me what the idea was.’  I’d always been unsure about the precise logistics of my kids’ concept of reasoning and planning. Largely because firstly, I don’t have crystal lenium eyeballs; secondly, there is no way to divine their reasoning without a God-given divining rod; and thirdly, they rarely have thoughts; they have impulses. Such is the burden of parenthood these days, hmm? But, to