Quirky Cat Cured!

Good news, he who fixes the computer has once more demonstrated his powers. The cat is firmly under control again! For those among you who enjoy the techy side of things, it was apparently a cacheing issue, solved by renaming the picture file and editing the template which in turn forced the browser to upload the new image.
Rather spoils the magic of it really! The Quirky Cat has been revealed as little more than ones and noughts! Better not to tell him, it might do irreparable damage to his ego.

The Quirky Cat is on Notice!

It has been brought to my attention that the Quirky cat, who looks innocent enough on my screen, is actually misbehaving for other people. Apparently for them, he's still up his ladder and has birds flying around his head! How he's managing to be in two different places at the same time is beyond me. I'm hoping that he who fixes the computer also has skills in cat discipline and will be able to restore order.
But for now Quirky Cat, you're on notice! Less of the nonsense or you'll be relegated to mouse patrol.

The Quirky Cat

The quirky cat, having finally accepted his ineptitude as a bird catcher, has decided to switch roles. You may have noticed that he has come down from his ladder and is now taking his first tentative steps in helping with the marketing of Billy of Boldre Wood.
Bless him! I didn't even know he could read!

The Mysteries of Marketing

It's hard to know how best to tackle the marketing of Billy. Obviously there are the social networks, but the thing that strikes me about that route is that mostly it seems to involve authors promoting their work to other authors. I need to promote Billy to readers, not authors. My search for a winning strategy continues, but in the meantime, I have created another, rather simpler, advertisement, complete with QR code!

Rain, Rabbits and Runny Jeans

Yesterday, being a bank holiday, it rained all day. By mid afternoon, he who fixes the computer and I were twitchy with inaction, so we donned our coats and boots and braved the elements to walk to the supermarket in town where the coffee we like was supposed to be on offer.

At first, strolling through the quiet streets of the village, protected by trees and houses and hedgerows, it was all quite pleasant. It wasn't until we turned into the park that I realised we might have made an error. Bent double into a fierce wind driving the rain against us, we pressed on.

He who fixes the computer determinedly attempted to find entertainment in the situation but I must confess that by the time we reached the main road, and my brand new black jeans were cold, soaked and plastered against my legs, I did experience a temporary failure of the sense of humour. Reaching the store to find the coffee wasn't actually on offer did little to help my mood.

It was as I sulked by the notice board that things improved. Gazing listlessly at the notices, the sense of humour that had deserted me in the deluge returned with gusto when I read the following missive.

For Sale

One 10 month old rabbit

with large hutch

£40

The hutch is in good condition

It was that last sentence that did it, that final desperate appeal to the potential buyer. Luckily I didn't have a pen to hand, or the temptation to scribble in front of it 'The rabbit's a wreck but …' might have been too much.

The joke was on me when we got home and I peeled off my soggy jeans. My legs, once a fetching pink, were now a riot of black stripes from the drenched denim. He who fixes the computer took one look and announced it looked like I'd been barcoded. He even went so far as to suggest that if he were to scan me I would probably come up as £4.52 and out of date.

For legal reasons it's probably better I don't share my response here.

Some wives get flowers, and chocolates, and compliments ….

New Story

I've added another story to the library on Quirky Tales. It's called, appropriately enough, 'The Librarian'. The librarian is a man who loves his library and relishes the times when he is there alone. If you fancy a look, here's the link:
http://www.quirkytales.co.uk/stories/librarian.php
Hope you enjoy it.

Gloomy News for Toast

My dedicated Customer Manager made contact today, proving just how dedicated he is as today is, after all, Easter Sunday. Even the supermarkets aren't open today! Sadly the news looks bad for SOT. In short, their old supplier closed and they can't find a new factory that will make the large white organic loaves. As a consolation, he did point out that the small loaves are on offer, perhaps in the forlorn hope that two smalls might equal one large. He also offered the assurance that the search for a new supplier continues.
So for now, here at SOT HQ, I'm left with little choice but to make my own bread. The trouble is, my bread machine has recently developed an annoying habit of welding the loaves to the tin. The result being, my home-made loaves aren't much bigger than the small organic by the time I've chiselled them out!
The campaign banner has undergone a timely and appropriate alteration today:

Save Our Toast