Amsterdam, Paris, Budapest, Milan, Rome…. Catford….
Can you spot the odd one out?
That wasn’t very difficult was it? And yet this rambling sailor finds herself in Catford looking after… Yes, a cat!
I’ve never even been to Catford before now, as it is down in deepest ‘Sarf’ London. I have to admit that alighting from the train was a nervous experience in the dark, but I needn’t have worried, it’s not much different than any other place… The Bronx, The favelas of Rio…
Well, life is never boring! Out of the blue a friend of mine, Yvonne, needed someone to look after her pussy cat ‘Oliver’.
As you can see from above, Oliver is decadently sprawled across the bed, while I, a humble servant, look on! Oh, the air of aloofness…
So, I left Amsterdam on a cold morning and took the tram to Zeeburg bus stop out in the East of the City and keeping my fingers crossed, hoped that the ‘Megabus’ for London would be there waiting for me. And for the princely sum of five pound and fifty pence, braved the roads of Brabant and crossed the raging seas to Dover.
It was lovely not to have to worry about sails and concentrating on huge lumps of metal doing thirty knots in a very lively sea. The weather delayed us a while but eventually London called and I was introduced to the Master of the apartment for my orders.
How long will Oliver require my services? Until the middle of January and then it’s back to ‘Free’ in Amsterdam.