Oh Pearly Whites- our resident “city slicker�,
So sorry to hear of your
absolutely ghastly experience.... How
frightfully dreadful for you-
daarlings. Does this mean that when you come to Oregon you don’t want the guest suite on our farm, to stay in, after all?
The kids are always bringing in snakes, salamanders… even the cat brings home surprises for us- on occasion. My husband had to show off the gopher he got in his trap… last weekend. He was SOOH proud of his catch.
(
Blim’n overgrown rodent was eating me
veggie garden!
EE Gads!)
And I was so looking forward to having you (and
the bloke) to visit: watch the sunrise up over Mount Hood and the sun set on the coastal range (Much more spectacular than the
Moors of Devon)… and feeding you
tea, crumpets, marmite, bevies and bickies…
hot toddies around our campfire…
Oh well …
I do believe it is time for you to curl up:
sip a lovely spot of hot tea; dip some
bickies in the bevie (my Grandmother, God rest her soul, was always appalled when I dunked bickies in the cup & saucer and exclaimed to me
"Oh goodnes gracious me- how uncouth!" ) and read:
The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse – retold and illustrated
by Helene Craighttp://www.amazon.com/Mouse-Country-country-mouse-stories/dp/0744572231/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1245076151&sr=1-1Ta ta for now pet. Squeak!
Toodles, Daisy Head Mazy