I'm not sure if Lo, she is a terrible Goddess is pleased or not at the news of Gertrude's return.
She had just poured boiling water on to a T-bag when I told her. The next thing I knew, she had fished out the bag and dumped it on my hand. She was smiling though, a memory I treasured whilst travelling to the hospital. (Twinings English Breakfast. Excellent quality. Lo,TG Ed)
Anyway, I found Gertrude with our neighbours upstairs. Apparently he had wandered up there the other day and being aware of the restrictions on keeping animals here, they had decided to hide him until the owner could be found. They were a bit cleverer than me [I know, almost unbelievable!]. They disguised him as a self-composting aspidistra plant - brilliant.
He was delighted to see me - so much so, that it took several hours to clear up. It was a bit tricky with one arm in a sling.
I have recently discovered that Penfold is on the look out for a surfing llama. I am currently looking for a way to get Gertrude on board the aeroplane as hand luggage when we go out to Surfugal at the end of the month.
(He can have your ticket. Wearing your cloth cap and his pyjamas (I'll say we overslept) the likeness to your passport photo would fool anyone. You can follow on on your bike. Lo,TG Ed)
