Hello from
Wilson (Mini) Mansions.
Another day here
deboxing
recovering from Greenbelt
printer fix uping
finding things
disposing of overcrowdedness
not doing any work
coz things don't work yet.
Today we opened the door to let Zig out.
He has been kept in for two and a half weeks.
Crying at night
hiding away at any noise
sleeping a lot and
looking miserable.
Today I opened the door
and he peeped out.
He crept to the extremities
like a child just crawling.
Then he surprised me as he jumped on a fence
(Dead Poets Society stylie).
We have a patch of shared grass at the front
and a pile of garages at the back.
Not his ex Romford garden.
Then I let him climb through the kitchen window
into the concrete and beyond to the backs of nearby gardens.
He went for it with some hesitation.
Then .........................
he didn't return.
He had gone.
I was out there shouting every 20 minutes.
It was a great way to meet the neighbours.
They came out and wondered about this strange accent/call.
Sympathy came at me
lovely.
I did a text to the Sheilas.
Phoned Joan.
Paced the locality.
Not a wimper or sight of him.
Joan made it home
phoned Joy - it was now
SEVEN HOURS
since he had gone.
As Joan spoke on the phone
she looked up
and he was there!
He had strolled in
as nothing had happened
climbing in through the kitchen window
as he had never done before.
Beautiful - I will never be concerned again
He didn't go back to Romford
he returned to his new home hey hey
Well done Zig.
