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Once again trying to do something different, I’m trying to write a kid’s book. It’s about a guinea pig called George and his search for identity. Here’s a little extract:

George the guinea pig woke up crying one morning. He’d lost his excitement at the sight of day dawning. The tears dripping down had matted his fur And made his vision no more than just a blur.   George had realised that he didn’t fit in. He had no brothers nor sisters, he had no… Continue reading Once again trying to do something different, I’m trying to write a kid’s book. It’s about a guinea pig called George and his search for identity. Here’s a little extract: