This came on Wednesday.
"May we present to you:
She was born on your birthday, made entirely by hand by someone who can't really sew. She won't lay eggs but she enjoys stamp collecting and golf. We hope you'll love her. Jacqui XX
.... and then there was this on Friday
Hildergaard, oh Hildergaard,
Have you settled in?
Are you getting on Roger? Or is he too Rampant for you?
Go on! Show us your wobbly stitches
Roger is a bore! And that tea cosy woman? She promised to do the photo shoot today and what with the pedicure and a hair do and Briazilian., I was exHAUSTed. But nothing.... no photographs....no blogging. Some rubbish about a book. I’m coming home.
Don’t be so vain – you be nice to her, she’s got important knitting business to do and deadlines to meet. Alright? Good. Now stop bugging her and I will too. Make her a cup of tea and be useful - if you can get some cake happening, that’ll probably help too. Or chocolate. And don’t go bugging her about corn.
Braaak! But she made me get up at dawn. Really! I thought it was just Blue Mountain chooks that were early risers. Something about 'good light'. What do you think? Do I look gorgeous?
...errr can I have my blog back now please?