TO FELLOW BLOGSOMANIACS
—first, let me set the scene:
The Spouse brought me a wee gift. She loves rabbiting around in charity shops. You know, those places where all the goods have been donated for sale by voluntary folks, with all proceeds supposedly going to fund Charities. The Sallies (Salvation Army), the Red Cross, the Hospice, and St Johns Ambulance spring to mind.
We donate mostly to the ‘Habitat For Humanity’ ourselves, further out with smaller chance that we’ll buy our own stuff back; and they too do a damned fine job. (We? Yep—I love ’em too)(but not so much these days since they all went professional and cleaned their acts up. A lot—you used to be able to poke through dusty shelves, brush away the spiders and occasionally find a treasure—not so now, they’ve all gone upmarket. Dammit …)
ANYWAY, THERE I WAS
blogging away when a wee statuette was shyly shoved onto the desk. And of course I had no option but to lose my train of thought and look over…
…and immediately fell in love. I named her ‘Bessie’.
Why Bessie? How the hell do I know? Alliteration, perhaps, or maybe in a previous life I had a ladyfriend called Bessie? Any way, here she be—
My Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, may I present
MISS BESSIE BUNNY
—other shots will be following when I shoot her again, by daylight.