I came across this brilliant book yesterday by accident. I'm afraid I had never heard of it before but apparently it is a cult comic novel, first published in 1924. Augustus Carp is smug and self-satisfied, horrible but hilarious. Unlike Mr Pooter you don't sympathise with him at all and in fact you are full of glee anytime something goes wrong for the awful man.
It's a funny thing about cult books or films. You want to talk about them with other people, but on the other hand you don't want too many people to get to know about them ...
Day 139; Book 137
'Can we go now? I'm over this outside thing': Friendly woodpile kitten
decides it doesn't want to be an outside cat anymore, demanding to be
brought inside before a big summer storm
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Cats want to be inside.
They want to be warm, they want to be cherished, they want to be cuddled,
they want trickling water fountains, and they want their...
16 hours ago