Mia's musings

Is it time for dinner yet?

I wonder what the new neighbour's cat is doing right now.

Ooh, I saw mum saving some cheese rind for me. When can I haz it?

Eggshells. Mmm, I love me some crunchy eggshells.

Why would anyone ever want to get out of bed? Except to eat, I mean.

I wonder if the bone I buried next to mum's new peony is fermented enough to dig up. I like my bones stinky, I do.

Tell that damn Myron to stop making a racket. Donkeys always mess with my beauty sleep.

Is it almost dinner soon?