Born in and lately returned to Yorkshire from Scotland, pining for Italy, I knit socks but prefer to wear flip flops
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
The gigolo is back
nine days later I was just giving my pots at the back door an early evening water and putting the rubbish out when Marzio walked down the road, tail in the air. He's skinny and far too interested in food for much cuddling, let's hope he isn't just hear to refuel. Everyone who said he'd return was right, I obviously have a lot to learn about the Italian male.