Month: June 2013
2. Gravy and proper dinners
3. The garden
4. Happy Tuesday
It’s humid, they don’t have gravy and I can’t find any wine in the supermarket. I am on the other side of the world and far from Chicken Road and I admit, I am feeling homesick. Only yesterday, I went out and bought (brace yourselves) instant coffee… I know, I know, work of the devil, but my mother drinks it and I while I don’t miss it specifically, I felt driven to take comfort in the familiar. My screen saver is rotating various aspects of Flossy’s evil cat face. I miss her too. I miss her chest crushing weight as she pounced on me around 5am to kneed my throat. I miss hacking back the hedge in the garden. I am also deeply concerned about a potential rise in the slug population, that someone may throw away the rotting garden furniture I took particular pride in perching on without it collapsing, and that the seedlings that were just appearing may have wilted in some freak British heatwave. I miss sitting on the front step in my PJ’s drinking my coffee and waving at the neighbours while the cat fought to defend her territory and The Child ran into the street naked. I miss Happy Tuesday and walking through fields of sheep poo to buy wine, and nuts and cat food. I miss having my family around me, and of people (including random neighbours and non-resident relatives) walking in through the front door like they own the place shouting ‘hellooooo!”
Thank God for Skype. And my return ticket.
Be careful when you wish for… Three cats turn their paws to paranormal investigation when a magic well spontaneously erupts in the basement. Worse things than talking toads are turning up with every bad penny, and it’s only a matter of time before this reality collides with another. Terminally… unless the cats can stop it.
It’s a sort of graphic novel, very deep, very dark, very scary and oh so politically incorrect. In truth it’s just written with a cat’s morality from a cat’s perspective. In The Ninth Life, the first of Inky’s adventures, you will discover the truth about a cat’s nine lives. No vampire would be caught dead sparkling in the sunlight here…
Chicken Road is a real place; with more magic than Hogwarts, greater villains than Darth Vader, and a community tighter than a prison. The Writer’s Retreat houses an oracle, a vampire cat and more nuts than you can shake a shovel at. And despite all this, Chicken Road has heart. It’s a place where neighbours help each other out, where people say ‘hello’ and where everyone knows your name and complete life story…
See the world through Chicken Road eyes and join me as I hack back the ‘sleeping beauty’ hedge, tame wild beasts, dabble in danger, and sit on the front step in my jammies drinking my morning coffee and waving to all the neighbours. Welcome to Chicken Road.
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