I am still alive and am writing this on a borrowed laptop, courtesy of Freddy the White Rat, a rodent and a gentleman. I have been through absolute hell in the last few weeks, due to the vicious and diabolical games and tortures devised by the Rich Kid, who has too much spare time on his hands. Most of these involve various radio-controlled vehicles and other hazardous devices, such as rockets and parachutes. I have been cast adrift in boats, propelled in monster trucks and slot cars at insane speeds, sent aloft in balloons and even in the nose cone of a rocket (dreadful experience!), sent underwater in submersibles....the horrors go on and on! The positive side is, I am getting lots of ideas for my next romance novel, which I shall call "20,000 Seeds Under the Sea", or something like that.
I am gratified by this thread, which is a nice tribute to hamsters. I shall resume my own thread as soon as is practicable.