Bader.
My long suffering cat.
Maximill.
Maximill.Ever the dapper smoker.
My new hair.And my tutu. You can't really see it but it's there.
Sometimes the end of a weekend can bring questions to mind you don't like to think.
Am I too old for this?
When will I just stop?
Why do I feel so left out when I've been so loved?
Where has the rest of my hair gone?
What time is it?
Life's questions will sometimes remain a mystery.
