I was scared, I was afraid. Mum said it had to be done.
No, I said, mum, no. It will hurt.
Oh stop being a big baby Rory, said mum. I would never do anything to hurt our friends in Blogville.
Ok then, I'll shut my eyes and count to 87 and then it will be finished. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ..........................85, 86, 87. Done.
Goose mate, are you ok??? You look kinda flat. Oh, phew, you look perfect. And Mr Frankie, mum thinks of you everytime she reads now.
Check it out.
Yep, Goose and Mr Frankie, you are mum's book marks now.
Mr Frankie, you are long and magnetic and bend in the middle to hold the page. Goose, you got laminated and will never wear out.
Actually.....now I think about it, maybe it's Ernie the Attorney who is looking after mum's page. What do you think Mr Frankie? You or Ernie?
Blimey, after all that worrying I had to find a sun puddle to rest in. It's been bloomin' cold here at last. Boo hoo. Come back summer, come baaaaaaack.
See ya mates.
No worries, and slobbery love, Rory and Stella
Just in case you forgot me, I Stella, was busy cleaning up after everyone. The sock problem in this household is getting ridiculous. Put them away people, put them awaaaaaay.