Tag: bruce
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A message from Bruce
Hello! is I, Bruce — greeting you from The House of the Unwell. Unfortunately, it has not been a particular festive festive season in these parts. First, someone called Tonsillitis came to visit Kate. Tonsillitis kept Kate cooped up for days, seemed to make her very miserable, and definitely outstayed its welcome. Tonsillitis was finally…
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snawheid is here
Good morning! It is I, Bruce. I am here to tell you about the release of Kate’s latest hat design. This hat, which is called “Snawheid” features a large fluffy ball that I’m unfortunately not allowed to savage. Did you know that I play a crucial role in all of Kate’s photoshoots? Well I do.…
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Wovember colour
Gold Orange and Green Russet Flame A wine-red haze of hawthorn (the birds are going mad for it) Silver Black Marigold (He found it in the woods. He was so pleased with himself that I had to let him keep it. . . then he chewed off and devoured one of the fingers. Now it…
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humans and other creatures
Hiya! It is I, Bruce. I have just returned from a F-U-N time on the island of Islay. This time was particularly fun as I have spent the past few weeks having no fun at all (going back and forth to the place where they put you on a table and poke at you, and…
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lost weekend
Early on Saturday morning, we set off to explore a bit of National Cycle Route 7, between Kilmahog and Strathyre. All was well – the weather was fine, the scenery was glorious, there was a tasty picnic in the basket, Tom was bicycling, and I was tricycling along merrily, with Bruce happily in tow. Then,…
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I am two
Hiya, it is I, Bruce. I was born on the 27th May, and now I am two years old. This weekend we celebrated my birthday at some very fun places called Inner Hebrides. To travel there, you have to get on noisyboat. As everybody knows, I am called Bruce. Yet apparently I have another name…
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this weekend has mostly involved . . .
Tricycling around Crammond. I’m getting quite adept on the trike now, but zipping about is still exciting. Zoom! Knitting a gigantic swatch. It is now over two feet long and counting. At some point I will settle on something – but in the meantime, I’m finding garter stitch very addictive. Look! Bruce can fly!
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Bruce says . . .
This looks like fun . . . But actually, it’s not much fun at all. What’s that jingle-jangle? And what’s with the uproarious laughter from those passers-by? Death to jingle-jangle! Success! Merry Christmas, everyone. LOVE FROM BRUCE x
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a postcard from Bruce
Hiya. I am Bruce. When the humans go away, I get to live in this box with them. Living in the box means that I can go exploring. This is good. But they still don’t let me at the delicious smoky things. This is bad. I eat meats, so why can I not eat these…
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Britain’s most northerly dog
Bruce held this distinction for a short while today. Here we are at 60 degrees, 47 minutes, and 58 seconds North. We heart Unst! This is, incidentally, the first time I have seen myself walking since I had the stroke, and I find it very surprising that I don’t seem to have an Igor-like lollop,…
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at home
It’s still snowing here. Snow is one of those things about which Jesus definitely is Not Sure. Just check out his plum tree. . . The wee man is spending the day inside, but me and Bruce have been out with the camera. I love the transformative effects of snow, even on the greyest winter…
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Corstorphine Hill
Autumn seems to have arrived while we were away. The plums on Jesus’s tree have been turned into jam, the brambles in the local hedgerows are all but gone, and the rosebay willowherb has blown spectacularly to seed. It seemed the right sort of time to ascend Corstorphine, which has, perhaps, the most woodland character…