Ode to Holly
ByAnyone else bemused by the fact that Barack Obama was persuaded to attend to media launch of Canon’s new point and click, the G20, in London this week? Or have I got that wrong?
In true ‘Wittertainment’ style I need to say hello to a few people. First to my Belgian/American blog stalker…where’ve you been? And…to Helen and Hector, in bed, in their PJs (I suppose it could be worse, they could be naked), reading the blog…guys, you need get out more.
Some folks might be wondering “where are the photos of Holly?”. After an arrival of fire and brimstone its suddenly gone very quiet on the Holly front. The text has subsided and the images have faded away. You’ll be pleased to know that she’s still with us. She’s yet to move out just yet. But to be honest, she’s not been the easiest person to live with. Cry, sleep and eat was her motto. Thankfully, from about last Wednesday its been more chill, sleep and eat…crying is reserved for when she wants to sleep and eat. What a relief. As such, I’ve actually felt compelled to photograph her a few times over the past few days.

Evan lends a hand

Madonna advised her to express herself…then she pee’d (Holly, not Madonna)



At least somebody got the G20 joke
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