Four painted, wooden cats.

We have a new game here in Cellardyke. It’s called “Where are the cats?”

Every night they go missing. Every night we go looking for them, all worried and concerned. And every night (so far) they turn up. Or end up following you down the stairs meowing something like “What are you on about?! We’re in already!”

Tonight is no different. So I’m off down the stairs again.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 46 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall. Currently on sabbatical. I am a priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, and I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir.

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