Exactly how much self control should I have? I pulled the green bin back into the garage (I know, my stories of domestic bliss are, ummmm, riveting.) and there's a blue wrapped parcel that Gordon my postman has incredibly thoughtfully put in the garage instead of making me drive 12 miles to collect. (More domestic bliss - see, if you were my neighbour, you could share Gordon with me, he's the best postman.) I examined the parcel for a full -oh I don't know - 20 seconds? Time enough to ensure it was meant for me. And then I ripped it open. And look what I cleverly revealed!
Isn't she gorgeous? From Anne - you know her as Liverpool Lou. And not just from Anne, but made by Anne with all sorts of attention to detail - just look at those beaded feet and her beautiful crown. Hang on, I'll turn her around..
and how's that for beautiful booty!
Huge thanks Anne, she is a pleasure to look at and has already made a guest smile, perched as she is in the front hall of the East Wing. I dunno why you decided to give her to me, but I'm really happy that you did. Thank you. Shall I stop sticking pins in the butt of the little blue tack dolly that looks like you now?
I'm sorry, I can't improve the gaps in this post, my editing skills are clearly lacking today.....and I was just thinking it wasn't as long a post as usual. I also wanted to say - we keep our green bin at the back because that's where the grass is, so tactically easier to haul the bin through here than through the lounge and front door....and, I will be returning to the burning issue of yesterday....!