Oscar is a little horse… neigh, not that kind
Silence is golden they say.
Well, try telling that to me and you’ll get a paw round your chops.
Yes, it’s Oscar-puss here and I’ve lost my voice.
For a well spoken beast like me that is not good news.
I would like to claim it is all out of sympathy for my poor mum who has come back from her holiday with some kind of horrible cough.
But I think it’s more likely I’ve just been spending too much time running about outside in the rain.
And so, I’m a little hoarse at the moment (what’s that, no H-O-A-R-S-E, of course I’m not a little horse, don’t be so silly Henry).
Anyway, perhaps I’ll try some cough stirrup to sort it out!