This little chap, about an inch long, has been running round the bedroom lately. I managed to photograph him high up on the wall. (Yes, the wall really is stippled like that and takes your knuckles off if you tuck a sheet in carelessly.)
Long ago when the kids were young, we had a resident gecko who walked along the edge of the Constable print every night. We called him George.
My daughter DD drew a picture of him and tried to write his name. As she was only 4 or 5 years old, she wrote George as Gogic.
Forever after, we call all geckos Gogic – of course!
Here’s another photo of the latest little Gogic.
He was watching me very carefully, and as soon as I stopped snapping pictures of him, he scarpered.
I found him later on my pillow!