I know that I must be getting old, because I love going to bed. We are conditioned to fear the dark and the creatures that lurk within its depths but, as soon as the eerie blue twilight period descends upon us, I start to feel cosy and cocooned. (Plus I know that the creature of darkness who resides within my house is far worse than anything that could possibly be lurking outside.)
It’s also comforting to know that, as night falls, there is a security guard on duty outside our house:
No, this isn’t Louis Catorze, although I’m sure that, when temperatures start to rise, we won’t be able to tear him away from the outdoors. This is Blue the Smoke Bengal.
Blue doesn’t live here. Nor does he live in the property where he is stationed (that’s Family Next Door’s place). However we’re not about to refuse a free night watchman, so it’s fine by us.
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