testing the jelly pocket at last

I spoke to the COVID-19 nurse about my friend Bimbo.

Oh Bimbo, oh dear, I hope he gets better.

I’ll phone and tell Ruffy.

So I phoned to tell Bimbo’s friends.

I put his flowers back in water.

(They had an accident when I answered the phone.)

I ate the strawberry.

I can tell Bimbo how nice it was. Or maybe I won’t.

I’ve made him a get-well card.

He can have it when he gets home.

This time I’ll ask Ruffy or Strawberry to post it for me.

So now I’d better get on with everything else.

May as well test out the jelly pocket on my strategy suit.

I’ll put on a sporting badge, for this challenge.

This is something I’ve always wanted to do.

The jellies have turned out well.

One of them looks like a pear, and I think the other one is a tortoise.

I’ll use the fat part of the pear.

The pocket is ready.

Here goes. This is the moment of truth.

The jelly is in the jelly pocket.

A triumph. It fits perfectly.

(Of course, jelly does tend to fit into things pretty well.)

I think we’ve established that the jelly pocket is remarkably suited to its purpose.

That’s something to tell Bimbo about when he’s better!

Now I can eat the jelly.

Very tasty indeed.