My Mum loves her friends, adores her old ones and treasures the new. I think this is because she’s crap at trusting Men- with good reason I’d say- the last one pitched up with the Barmaid at her local village pub and then she did something Mum couldn’t do- Have a baby !

I think that damaged my Mum forever, so I do my best to be her baby- especially in the mornings when we wake, thats when she gets my best cuddles.

I try to be a good friend, I regret falling out with Betty as she’s my oldest mate. She came round yesterday and we had a play, Mum shared her yogurt with us and we chased round my neighbours garden, Mums good at sharing and always gives everyone the largest slice or biggest chop, unlike Martin next door, Betty’s Mum, Joan gave him two fruit pies and he didn’t even tell Mum in case she wanted a slice- and he knows that she loves Joan’s pastry.

When Alfie was alive- he had a good friend named William, he is  a white West Highland terrier and I am sometimes walk round the field with him and his Dad Rick- he has been reading my blog and he is quite old so has to wear his old mans reading glasses.

I think he is taking the —- !

Will