Good afternoon Everybody. Here’s Friday again. I could swear that there have been days missed out of this week. You never know I may well find them somewhere on the table under all the mess. If I do I will let you know as they’d probably be of use to you as well…
Anyway, this week I report that there has been panic in the unbuilt streets. If there is one thing the little houses fear more than water it is fire. And for some unknown reason a red dragon appeared on the table and struck fear into the hearths of every paper building. His name was Ethelbert. He was looking for St. David’s Day and was exceedingly angry when he was told he’d missed it by a few months. How does one pacify a dragon? There were plumes of smoke issuing from both his nostrils and Shirl, who we’ll hear more from another day, said there was no smoke without fire setting the wheels of terror and trembling in motion.
I managed to calm matters by advising him that, if he put his skates on, he could possibly be in the US and through quarantine procedures for National Toasted Marshmallow Day (yes that’s a thing) on August 30th. This appeared to interest him greatly. And he left. Disaster averted. For now. If you are in the US and you come across Ethelbert, don’t make him angry. You wouldn’t like him when he’s angry… xxx