April 19, 2013 by kitcac
A few days ago, I stroked an animal that I thought was sleeping. Stavros expressed some doubts about whether it was breathing, I ignored him, I stroked it, I stroked it some more, I realised it was dead.
Over the last day or so, we’ve done a lot of driving and have seen a fair bit of roadkill. Stavros keeps pointing it out.
Look, a dead pigeon! I’ll pull over so you can stroke it!
Oh no, someone’s squashed a hedgehog! Would you like to stroke it?
I keep having to pre-empt him by saying “I don’t want to stroke it!” which can be awkward when walking through public parks.