Today I’m going to get everything done.
All those things that I keep meaning to do.
Such as…
I’ve been forgetting about my bean!
I’d better go and check on it.
I hope it hasn’t died of neglect.
No, something is happening.
A sort of loop is growing.
I hope it hasn’t gone wrong.
I’ll get dressed, and then I’ll get it some water.
Reindeer said I must keep watering it.
Now I must ring Bimbo and see how he’s getting on.
I hope they didn’t send him home from hospital too soon.
I’ll ring the others to let them know he’s doing all right.
I had lots of mail.
I’ve decided to put all my postcards on the fridge.
I attach them with little cubic magnets.
That leafy picture was from Bunce and Snowy a week or so ago.
Oh, that reminds me of another phone call I have to make.
I heard that Monkey’s new Fruit Kebab Van business packed up when the lockdown started.
I thought he might like to go down to Outermost Wessex to help Bunce and Snowy with picking their soft fruit. I’ll ring him in a minute.
My cousin Peter sent the postcard with the penguins on it. It’s nice, isn’t it?
Walrus sent me a postcard from Guernsey.
I’m puzzled. I didn’t know he’d gone to Guernsey.
He sent a picture of him and Bruno having a tea party.
But are they at home, or are they in Guernsey?
I thought no one was allowed to travel at the moment?
Walrus seems a very nice chap. I hope I’ll get to know him and Bruno better when the virus is over.
Catherine sent me an exciting picture of a shark diving into a house.
She wrote a lot on the back, in quite small writing, so I’ll tell you what it says.
The best thing is that Bimbo is sure to be fine, because he’s a bugler.
She says that brass players always have strong lungs.
That makes sense.
I expect triangle players have strong arms. But that won’t help with the virus.
Here’s a picture of Bimbo before he was ill.
He can play every kind of bugle call.
I hope he’ll be better soon.
Catherine has sent me some orange jelly for my jelly pocket. That’s very kind!
And she sent some suggestions for Ellie’s Book Club.
I think the next Book Club meeting is quite soon.
And the Red and Green Teddies are having their meeting any day now.
Oh oh oh, the Book Club is tonight.
I’d better put on my book badge.
I told Ellie I’d nearly made a page for all the books about bears.
So I’d better do that.
Just as well I’ve already chosen my book.
I don’t know what happens at a Book Club.
I suppose I tell them why I like the book that I’ve chosen.
And then I expect we have to listen to everyone else.
I’d better find the App that we need for the Book Club meeting.
My tablet will be chockablock with Apps.
I must get some tidying done.
Of course it was right not to throw out all these perfectly good things.
But now there’s more to tidy up than ever.
Oh dear, I’m not sure that that really was tidying. I’m getting tired.
But I’d better find what that key is for, once and for all.
Well, it’s not for this, anyway.
I’ve signed up some more people for the Zoom Ensemble.
My cousins from the deep South are playing very exotic instruments.
Lopsy has got in touch with some of the other choristers from the choir she used to sing in long ago.
I’ve put all the recordings on the Zoom Ensemble page. So I have done some tidying up.
Didcot can’t start practising till he’s found all the parts of his flootatoota.
He’s got most of them, but not the one that’s crucial for making a noise.
I’d better practise my triangle now.
I must improve my pure silvery tone.
I’m quite pleased with the silveriness . But I’m too tired to work on the purity right now.
Surely that’s enough for one day?