"Gordon I just can't tell you how excited I am!"
I raised a quizzical eyebrow, which when lowered took a while for the wrinkles to dissipate back into my face.
"The Show, Gordon! The Show!"
Aaah, yes. I did know actually - just stringing it out for effect.
"Kizzie is looking after you all on Saturday. And Dad and I are off!"
Good-oh! Worm digging time. Our favourite.
"I have bought myself as new pair of trousers. Red. Like a wattle and comb."
Harvest wobbled by at this moment and exclaimed "Quelle horreur! Mum is wearing animal dung and straw to Le Spectacle?"
"Yes, I will definitely take my glasses. Thank you Harvest."
It is worth noting that it soon became apparent that neither Mums nor Harvests hearing this morning was, shall we say - up to scratch.
"And I am wearing my Birthday Hat and Jumper too - the ones with the Fox on!"
Oh Dear. Mum trilled around, bustling past Mrs White and Truffle and threw bread wildly at Harry the Peacock on the top of the shed roof.
"I shall get to see old Friends and new, Gordon," she burbled as she strode past me. "And Barry. I have never met Barry."
We are all staying at home this year as Dad says we aren't allowed to come. He has a very important job to do. But Mum will be taking lots of photos and telling us all about The Show on Sunday. So here's wishing all of our Sebright Friends a very successful and enjoyable time at the weekend.