Giggling in disbelief, she asked me, "Why bother getting things reupholstered, like I did with this one, when all they do is claw it?" she cast her eyes along the shredded seams and shrugged. We even tried to purr-suade one of these lovely resident creatures to be in the photo, but he wasn't in the mood, after all there was a rug waiting to be clawed on the other side of the room. It's not often I get the opportunity to talk with someone from the House of Lords, maybe I should have asked her more about politics but instead we just talked about cats, and Islington, and and how we both grew up with paraffin heaters in the living room. It was a delight.
The Right Honourable The Baroness Hussein Ece OBE and Mango