So incredibly sorry, Moose.

Yes! Now that everyone is on statins they’re desperate to diagnose you as type 2 diabetic.

They really are great reads, aren’t they? I’ve had them as hard copies and audiobooks. The tv series on Prime is hood too.

Hope things improve for you soon btw.

Nah, picky bits innit.

Thank you, yes, I’m very well and hope things are going well with you and yours too. I have lost track of so many people since the splits between X, Blue Sky, Threads, Mastodon even.

Glad she’s going strong and you have your Saturday afternoons back!

Regards to the snek too.

@loudbasket.bsky.social Dear Ms. Basket, I don’t come here very often because I’m wedded to Twitter and we old folks are resistant to change.

I’d hate for you to think I only love you for the MIL phone calls or anything, I mean perish that thought before you even think it, but, well are they over?

A black cat is sitting loaf style on a black and white cat sofa … hand made by me last year and awaiting its forever home.

#SundayPixHandmade one of my Cat sofas that I make… here being modelled beautifully by my feline assistant Banksy.

Happy birthday to you!

Oh yes.

@novembervivi.bsky.social Hello 👋.

"I'm begging of you please don't take my man"

She’d Dance   She’d dance like no one was watching although she liked to think he was. The kitchen was her grand ballroom; her partner was a mop.   She’d foxtrot among the pots and pans, she’d paso doble to the sink, and as she swept across the floor, her mind danced, too. She’d think   of how he’d held her in his arms at the Locarno and the Ritz - whirling, waltzing, a world apart - in the years before the kids,   and longer still before the shadow the doctor spotted on his lungs. How dazzlingly they had danced! How dizzyingly she had spun!   Her neighbours saw her sometimes, shuffling bent-backed to the shops. But at home, she’d dance like no one was watching although she liked to think he was. Brian Bilston

Today’s poem is called ‘She’d Dance’.

a man sitting in a chair reaching out to open a door with the word out written on the bottom ALT: a man sitting in a chair reaching out to open a door with the word out written on the bottom

Grrrr.

Blocked and reported. Just as a precaution.

TOP TIP FOR CAT OWNERS: Cure your cat's constipation in seconds by putting down a clean litter tray and tidying the hoover away.

I’d like people to stop describing anything and everything as “iconic” please.

It’s getting too much.

Thank you. That’s better.

I’m so glad we had this chat. Air cleared and all that.

In the past when people I think of as “Twitter friends” disappear, I find it difficult to know what’s for the best. Do they want to be left alone? Do they need the break? For that reason I tended to stay clear.

Since there’s been a mass defection though I’ve tried to find them and reconnect.

It’s you ‘ere innit?

Hello there! It’s a refuge from Twitter here innit?

I tried to search but couldn’t remember your full username. Great to see you again!

@meladyfreshness.bsky.social Have you binned your twitter/X account? I realised I hadn’t seen you for ages.

Oh I have missed these! I’ve looked for posts on X-Twitter. I must catch up.

@domconlon.bsky.social Morning!

Found yer! 👋

This! This thread! This is what Twitter used to be about.

Hello there…or here.

I’m doing my evil laugh now.

We’ve been out for a nice walk. I saw a swan.

Fortunately I managed to yell at it “GET AWAY FROM MY ARM. DO NOT BREAK MY ARM.”

It didn’t break my arm so maybe others might like to adopt my technique. I’m happy to help.