Well, we saw a very nice house yesterday, put an offer in, waiting to hear. However that’s not the important bit, nor is the fact I am going on a BLOODY PLANE just hours from now.
Lilirose has lost her Lamb of Love.
She left it in one of the many houses we viewed yesterday. We think we may have narrowed it down to the particular house, the estate agent has promised to look for it, but if he can’t find it, we. are. screwed. She can’t sleep without it. Last night was a nightmare. Best part? The lamb’s makers, Woolworths, say the lamb is not “currently available”!!! They must have one lying around a warehouse somewhere. I’m not proud, I’ll beg. However, now I feel guilty trying to replace it since all I can think of is Woody’s lament at the petrol station when he and Buzz fall out the car: “I’m a LOST TOY!” Damn that Toy Story.
I’ll keep you posted but in the mean time, if you live in the Winton area of Bournemouth keep an eye out for the little chap. Cheers.