I got up this morning without the usual affectionate slobber over my face which I've learnt to love.
I wandered into the kitchen, boiled the kettle for my refreshing cup of morning Ovaltine and then popped my head round the door of the bedroom that Gertrude sleeps in. He wasn't there!!
I looked under the bed and in the wardrobe. I checked the shower and the balcony. I thought he must have let himself out for a stroll. I hoped that he hadn't bumped into the President of the Resident's Association or Wopra.
I wasn't unduly concerned, he'd done it before, so I settled down to some serious unexpected hair management.
Then the postman arrived and, in a plain brown unmarked envelope, was this!!!!!!!!!!!
I have no idea who it's from or what it is about.
If any one has seen a llama looking a bit confused and lost, please let me know. I do hope he isn't somewhere cold and backward - he's terribly sophisticated.
