Much chortling over Hilsley's birthday card from her workmates.How old is she? Nobody knows for sure but it is more than fifty. Loads more.
I tried taking a flesh sample for analysis and carbon dating but she caught me and clipped me round the ear-ole. Take a slice and count the rings is what I say; mind you, you'll need your shoes and socks off to keep count. Rumours that she can actually remember the Coronation are entirely unfounded. I know for a fact that she can't remember why she went upstairs, now what was I going on about?
Never mind, the dear old thing has had a lovely day aimlessly pottering around in the garden and plotting her vegetable plantings. The weather has been unseasonably warm today and I am afraid that it has worked up a thirst. There's a few chilled bottles of Australian "SnappyGum" Chardonnay in the fridge and I fear the worst.
Expect a headache on the morrow.
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