sewing and cooking and looking into the future

The cloth masks that I’ve been making aren’t needed any more.

Bimbo tells me that they’re even less effective against Omicron than against the previous variants.

Though I think part of his problem is that he hasn’t found the right mask to accommodate his trunk.

The tusks don’t help either.

Before putting my sewing machine away, I decided to make an apron for Teddy to wear when he’s cooking.

I’m sure he’s not as messy as I am, but I thought he’d like the pockets for his utensils.

On my way back from dropping it off at his house, I met little Strawberry, with an onion in her shopping trolley.

She was bringing it to me, as a present. What a very kind little bear.

I’ve been eating rather dull food lately.

Of course I do have a treat or two in the cupboard.

But after the first two spoonfuls, the charm of condensed milk wears off a little.

Ruffy used to get my shopping for me whenever he was doing an online order, and of course he can’t do that from prison.

I go into shops as little as possible, since I am vulnerable, and rather worried about the Omicron variant.

So I’ve mainly been living out of the store-cupboard.

Lentil soup is quite dull if it’s not enhanced with anything else.

An onion will be just the thing to liven it up.

I’ve been doing some baking lately as well.

I’ve made a cake to take to the Fairy Prison that Kimbleton Tardigrade found.

I hope that the fairies can be persuaded to release Points, if that is where she’s locked up.

Unfortunately, Kimbleton thinks that although Ruffy is small by normal prison standards, he wouldn’t fit into the Fairy Prison. So he must be somewhere else.

Kimbleton had intended to go back to the prison on visiting day, to check whether Points definitely was there.

But they couldn’t do that after all, because they’d discovered another clue in the hunt for Walrus and Bruno, and had to hurry on in pursuit.

They were in a rush when they telephoned.

So I never heard what the clue was that had turned up.

In the course of my research, I’ve found that there are not many prisons in this country specifically catering for very small people.

So I think there’s a good chance that the Fairy Prison is indeed where Points will have been sent.

I suppose I’ll have to bicycle all the way to the seaside again, and speak to the Fairy Prison Officers myself.

Somehow I don’t feel as enthusiastic about a long journey as I did last time. It’s cold outside, and my legs are creaky.

Though at least I fall off my bicycle much less since Jenny fixed stabilisers on it.

Ted and Lopsy telephoned just as I was about to start chopping and frying little Strawberry’s onion.

I didn’t know that ordinary people could make fortune cookies.

I hope mine will say that I’ll succeed in bringing Points and Ruffy home, and that Kimbleton will find Walrus and Bruno safe and sound, and that I’ll get good enough on my triangle to satisfy Bimbo, and that the spring will come.

I suppose it’s too much to hope that The Virus will go away.

RING RING RING RING

There’s the telephone again.

     

I’d forgotten that a triangle can’t be played just anywhere, at least not by someone with short arms.

I need to have it suspended from somewhere above me.

I had to climb up to tie the string to a tree.

It was very cold, but we all had warm clothes.

And Lopsy had kindly brought hot water bottles for us all to sit on, safely spaced out.

It certainly was very nice to be playing music together.

We’ve promised to do it more often.

And we think that Pirate Jenny is very nearly ready to play to Bimbo.

Brrrr. There’s no colder instrument than a triangle.

It’s good to be back indoors again.

I’m not looking forward to camping, on my journey to the Fairy Prison.

I’m getting old and lazy. But I do want to find Points.

And it will be an adventure, even if it is cold.