Dronesville football club #10: the beloved royal goat escapes

This is gotta be the saddest day of my life. No, I am not singing “let’s just kiss and say goodbye”, a favorite song of my Dronesville retired English teacher grand aunt. I am now obsessed with¬†Beloved, -the designated royal goat (not William Billy Windsor I of British military of course) which has made his…

Dronesville adventure #21: rounded up

Rounded up! No one could have predicted what happens next. As the others (the drone, the Dronesville dog Gracie, my English boss Lord XY who insists on being kept anonymous) jump, I jump too, expecting the best and the worst. Well the best comes first. I land on soft gentle ground. It is a safe…