Penny and the Spacehoppers go to Sri Lanka
Daniel has agreed to take care of some of my little bears. I have to say here, I’m not a soft toy person but these ones are cute and they were bought for me by some very good friends and that’s why I keep them. However, Daniel’s unreasonable mother put her foot down when I conned (sorry I mean convinced) the child into agreeing to babysit Penny and the 2 Spacehoppers. They’re not related btw, in fact I don’t think they’ve even met, they’re simply in the same sentence.
Anyway Penny is my doll and I’ve had her all my life and apparently she’s too creepy to go to Port Glasgow (imagine!) because she’s got no eyes. It’s not her fault and she’s not creepy, she’s lovely. The spacehoppers - you know the things we had in the 70s. Wait a minute, I meant the 80s. Yes, the 80s when I was a child. So, spacehoppers - they can’t stay with Daniel because he’s already got two of them. All the more reason for him to babysit these two I’d say - families should stay together where possible, ask any social worker.
But, it’s not to be so maybe I’ll just take them with me to Sri Lanka. Or maybe not. Right well enough of this nonsense. I am making soup and determined not to burn this pot. When I say THIS POT I mean this potful of soup, not this actual pot seeing as I only have one. Shocking I know but when I get back from Sri Lanka, I’m going to do lots of grown up things including buying a whole set of pots, matching ones. And not even the cheapest ones in the shop, I’m going to buy quality - as long as they’re no more than 20 quid! They won’t be will they?
