Oh, hello. I am
sorry I’ve been away having heart surgery.
Yes, I have what is to all intents and purposes a brand new engine. I was returned to Her Ladyship last weekend
and I’m raring to go. I’m even
reluctantly accepting the fact that I will have to do this John O’ Groats to
Land’s End run over Easter, but I am sure that over the 12 days, I can remind
Her Ladyship who is boss. My engine may
be perfect now, but there is still a lot more of me to go wrong.
When we get to Scotland, Her Ladyship tells me that I have
to meet a Haggis, whatever that is.
She’s asked me to think about what uses we might have for one? Do I care?
Look at my headlights – do they look as though they care about what you
can do with a haggis?
We had some real excitement yesterday. Well it all started the day before when she
came rushing out of the house to tell me that we were going to do a photo call
with a newspaper - Wales on Sunday to be exact. Then when we went to meet the photographer, Her Ladyship appeared
in such a low cut top, I was quite embarrassed. I mean, she is 65 you know.
Talk about mutton dressed up as lamb!
I could also see that she was freezing.
The photographer was very nice and even the Asthmatic
Barking Dog took an interest in proceedings.
At one point he smiled at the photographer, when the said photographer
tried to turn him around to face the camera… well I think it was a smile. Put it like this, he showed his teeth.
The photo session wasn’t for the book; it was for a piece
going in the paper next Sunday about the blooming JOGLE. Her Ladyship did manage to get a plug in for
my book though. Never one to miss an
opportunity, that one. She’s such a
media Tart!
