Camera back in action!

I felt rather redfaced when I discovered that I don't

actually need a cable to transfer all my happy snaps

onto my laptop.

 

I've often wondered what all those little slots around the edges

were for - and now I know!  Wizz out the memory card,

zap it in and away we go - instant pikkies.

 

No cock jokes please Camilla

 

I've been hopping around like a frog on a hotplate since I left

Chateau Long Dog in February.  I encountered the fat pheasant

at my secret HQ in Wiltshire.  He's probably been eaten

by now as one of my kinswomen is a crack shot.

No Alice dear - not that kind of crack, do try and pay attention.

 

It was jelly and fruit to follow - perfik!

 

What's more she can do things on her Rayburn that would make

even little Nigella blush to her very roots, and that takes some doing.

There seems to be a bit of a drug theme developing here what with

talk of crack, then Ms Lawson followed by "high" tea (see above)

all in the same sentence so let's move on shall we?

 

A pair of woolly jumpers

 

Goodbye little lambs, sleep tight because my current port of

call is Castle Long Dog in Norfolk just until Easter when on the third

day I shall rise again and move on somewhere else

- you'll just have to wait and see where.

 

Someone to watch over me.

 

This was the view from the battlements the other evening just after the

piper had played last post.

 

I was feeling a little low when I heard a voice in my head

(yes, I know, worrying isn't it?)

"Look out of the window" it said "I'm here to watch over you."

And there he was in the clouds - my guardian long dog.

How lucky am I?