Meet Sir Henry Brambles, an old Hare, a long-time gardener, Knighted for his services to Cabbages.
That's his pal perched on his paw, the enthusiastic Lily, simply full to bursting with the latest gossip. Which Sir Henry isn't actually that intersted in, but he's very English and therefore extremely polite, so would never dream of asking Lily to refrain from gossiping.
He always, always gardens in a shirt and tie. Old school he is. He's had his Brogues for a very long time, and they're still up to the job, he likes to assert, a bit of spit and polish and they look like new.
And he always cleans his gardening tools before putting them in their alloted space in the shed. That's the secret to your tools lasting forever he says. None of this new fangled stuff for Sir Henry.
I thought I'd give you a peek at Sir Henry Brambles, one of the Hare sculptures I'm working on. I've just got to finish his stand, and then he'll be done.
I was so pleased to get your comments on the Miss Marple thingy in my last post. Thank you for joining me in my dismay! There was some suggestion that it might be an April Fool's joke, but if you look at news coverage on the subject, it doesn't appear to be the case. I shall say no more.......................
There was a whole programme devoted to the subject of April Fool pranks on the radio this morning. One particular story stood out a mile.
A radio station in the States was giving away concert tickets, to people who volunteered to carry out an April Fool prank of the radio station's invention.
A lady volunteered, and she was instructed to phone her husband, and tell him (live on air) that he was not the father of their son, (I'm not entirely sure how this could possibly be considered funny, but there you go). So, unbelieveably, she agreed to do this, and she went ahead and did it.
Her husband was obviously very upset when he heard her 'confession', infact he was so upset he became furious, angry to the point of explosion. He then said.................. if she wanted it to be a day of confessions, he had a confession. He was sleeping with her sister, and had been for the last year.
The presenter of the show quickly stepped in at this point and announced himself, and the husband realised he was on air, on the radio. You can FEEL his discomfort, and you can almost hear his brain ticking over, realising that he's confessed to something really bad, when his wife was just playing a joke on him (some joke). This April Fool had gone badly wrong. The clip tailed off with the presenter talking, and you can hear the wife in the background asking her husband if it is really true.
I'm not really one for playing jokes on people. There are silly jokes, which are sweet and funny, and are done in a loving way, and I like those. But I don't like jokes that might hurt or upset people.
Douglas is sitting on his little furry bottom, looking up at me and making a strange wheezing, squeaking, expelling of air noise, (from his mouth and nose, not the other end). He's also shuffling around a lot. This all means he would really like to go for a walk. I'd better get going then hadn't I? Marching orders from a doggy.
He's really upping the creaking squeaks now. He sounds like an un-oiled door hinge.
I shall love you and leave you now. I won't be able to do my blog next week, Hugo and I are going on a little adventure, which I'll tell you all about when I return around the 11th April. So toodleloo and cheerio! Have a good week ahead, take care. Love Vanessa xxx