Sir, At church on Sunday, and the priest do shriek and bellow about the fiery pits of hell awaiting all those who do sin. This sermon troubles me somewhat. I later invite the priest round for a glass of Brandy whereupon he reassures me that, in many way
After a roadside break, I stood over him in the back seat, teasing his cage while the key hung from my collar. Just a soft reminder of who he belongs to!
