I shall not beat about the bush (which can be quite uncomfortable, so I’m told) but tell you straightaway, that Bobby the leopard is in residence. I shall give you the link to the time I Told The Tale – goodness, almost four years ago. Here, darlings. The comments are really cool too, please do read them.
Anyway, he’s on the landing. I’m so thrilled, I can hardly describe.
Actually, I’m going to give the Sage one of my special chocolates. Excuse me.
As I said in the post, I wasn’t at all sure if Bobby would prove to have become hopelessly motheaten in his years in the barn, but he looks fine. It’s possible, now he’s in the warm, that a load of woolly bears or other caterpillars or maggots will appear, horribly, but I’m the optimistic sort on the whole, and I hope that there will be no problem.
The Sage and Jamie were busy in the workshop when I went out to my village festival meeting and I guessed what they were up to but didn’t go and look, just called out that the Sage’s kipper was ready to be put in the oven. When I arrived home, I was led upstairs to look. Tomorrow, I shall take a picture and show you. Remember, darlings, this leopard was no big game trophy. Great Uncle Ronan only killed him to save his servant’s life. If he’d been a trophy, he’d have quietly mouldered away in the barn, not exhibited proudly. But anyway, Bobby is part of my childhood and I love him, failed wannabe maneater though he is.