I was in the Sunday Times

This happened. The editor thinks it's a book of dog sitter stories waiting to happen. I am scribbling away at same... I first house sat by default. I was a live-in safety net at the time for Olive Eynsford, a seventy-nine-year-old Bostonian suffering with alcoholism, leg ulcers and a lilac tinted backcombed afro. I had left full-time singing teaching. It was my dream to move to Deaven. Olive’s…