Vadgewig

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I spoke to Shenée on Teams today. She held up her mug which was decorated with a picture of a horse. It turns out this was one of her beloved horses, whose breeder name was Something Something of Murkin Something.

"But do you know what merkin MEANS?!?" she asked me. 

I know. 

It is clear this woman has not known me for NEARLY long enough. Asking me a question like that, really...

But before I had the chance to leap in there and show off my knowledge she told me. "It is spelled differently, but a 'merkin' is a HAIRPIECE for a VAGINA!" she wailed. "My poor horse! Her name was literally VADGEWIG!"

This tickled me. I suspect this will surprise none of you.

The other noteworthy conversation I had today was with Fazzi. As I have mentioned before, she comes across as having such grace, she is always so poised, dignified and calm in her manner. So when I do do something technical and she...

"HA!" she interrupted. "You said doodoo!"

Honestly. I laughed until I cried. That was unexpected. She was quite delighted with herself.

When I had recovered, Fazzi thanked me for some nice feedback I gave her. But, she said, she finds it hard to comprehend, or appreciate, or relate it back to herself.

"I've been going unappreciated for so long," she explained. "I know you meant what you said but I just can't bring myself to accept it."

It is sort of sad. But Fazzi and me are not that different. We are like alley cats who can't believe they have been given a nice home with cushions, and instead skulk under chairs, waiting to be kicked. 

I'm glad we have found a nice home in the House of Gromit. Where we are loved and appreciated for what we do, and where we get to support each other and encouraged to do things our own way. 

But, much like Dr. Girlfriend in today's picture, we cannot help but remain on guard. Sometimes it is just hard to believe we've been given the comfy cushion - and not the vadgewig.

S.