I’ve been thinking about that letter from the Government.
Not so much about the virus, but the name at the end.
I’ve read that name over and over again. It couldn’t be a funny way of writing “Jeremy”, could it? Probably not.
I went into the cupboard before the election, so I didn’t know.
I wonder what else has happened while I’ve been in the cupboard.
I don’t feel like phoning Ruffy again, he’s in a bossy mood.
Bimbo and Points aren’t answering. I’d better phone Lopsy.
Lopsy’s a floppy tiger I know.
You’d have to meet her to understand the extent of her floppiness.
So I heard a lot about Christmas.
Not a lot about the election. Lopsy’s a bit too scatterbrained for politics.
She told me some shocking news about Ruffy.
He hadn’t mentioned it to me, but apparently he was washed. And not just a gentle wipe.
Where do you usually get washed? In the bathroom.
But see what’s next to that bucket?
A washing machine. Words fail me. Thank goodness no one has ever tried to wash me.
I hope Ruffy will open up to me about the experience. It must have been very traumatic.
Poor old Bimbo had a bone marrow transplant.
All the old kapok had to come out, and he was hoovered inside and out. (I just hope they gave him an anaesthetic.) Then he was filled up again with some modern fluffy stuff.
He’s looking a bit plumper than he used to. Maybe it’s the steroids.
And Yes-Yes went to Oxfam! She was the star of their Valentines display!
Of course it will have opened up new opportunities for her, but we’ll all miss her.
Not the brightest bulb in the box, but very good-natured. A big West Ham supporter.
So that’s what’s been happening while I was in the cupboard.