Beach Boy
” And we’re off to the beach! ” Pomi came running down the hall, climbed on the table, jumped and landed in my bag. ” Do not zip me up.” He said while… Continue reading
” And we’re off to the beach! ” Pomi came running down the hall, climbed on the table, jumped and landed in my bag. ” Do not zip me up.” He said while… Continue reading
“Fourty days and fourty nights.” Pomi was standing by the window looking out at the rain that had been pouring for days. I don’t think it is going to stop any time soon… Continue reading
I had been busy running errands all morning and had left Pomi in my work room. He had not wanted to accompany me packed away in my bag again: ‘Enough bag travelling for… Continue reading
” You should tidy your desk.” Pomi was sitting on the stand of my lamp looking displeased. ” Why?” ” Your desk is a mess.” ” And that bothers you?” ” Yes.” ”… Continue reading