Rachel…

…my alter ego!

This is a wee bag of bones. I regularly receive a wee bag of bones in the morning for the Weim’s from a wee man that lives near the paper shop. I’ll hear a wee shout, “Rachel” and I know…it’s a bag of bones.

The thing is my name is not Rachel…but this has gone on for so long now it’s got awkward to correct so I am Rachel to him :-)

Grateful for his generosity.