Birthday Bonanza!

My birthday didn’t start too well, as I entered the kitchen where the birthday lunch was cooking to find RPD solemnly fishing out a sizzling basket of chips from my new deep-fat fryer with a rusty wrench from the garage. “The handle has broken but it’s all right,” he cried, seeing my face, “I will make you a proper handle later – just get me an old wire coathanger!”

Things looked up beyond belief later however and you won’t believe this. No, honestly…. Well, it happened like this….

Pat was wreathed in smiles as she ushered me into her office to present me with a sheaf of bills – shoes, food, teeth, hair, all the things Clyde seems to need so regularly without much to show for it, to be honest. Surely a proper pony would cost no more to maintain and might have had looks to turn heads instead of what I have to face over the stable door each day! Can all those motheaten hairy bits on his legs and that vile hogged mane really cost so much to have trimmed? Do they do it with a silver paring tool and 5 skilled stylists from Vidal Sassoon or what? I feel sure I could achieve much the same result myself armed with a pair of nail scissors! But I digress:

“Oh, boi the way, I’ll be takin’ J and Clyde to Blade’s Hill on April 10th – they can go in me lorry’, Pat beamed, and pony-mum and pony-girl swooned, as one.

Yessssssssssssssssss !!!