Cave Exodus

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I woke up this morning having had a terrible dream. I dreamt that Murphy was a lion and he chewed off half of one of The Youngest Mini Princess’s arms. The right one to be exact.

I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling so I crept into her room late morning but she woke up.

“I had a bad dream about you and I need to give you a cuddle,” I explained, snuggling up next to her, “…And can you show me your arms?”

“Let’s never get your dreams analysed,” muttered The Prince when I told him.

In other news, there was movement today. We all went outside the house and saw OTHER PEOPLE!

The Prince and The Eldest Mini Princess went to watch rugby at Murrayfield and The Youngest Mini Princess and I went to visit Mary Doll and Victor.

He seems fine now so obviously we took the p1ss and said that he’d been a drama queen all along.

“You got more attention than JC on Christmas Day this year, Dad.”

Sympathy doesn’t last long in our family!

C