There is so much doom and gloom about, that I nipped off on the Magic Express and went to visit some really old friends.
Spent a couple of lovely days in the Three Acre Wood with Winnie-the-Pooh, Piglet and all the others. Christopher Robin wasn't there, busybakson I expect.
Pooh is a little worn at the edges and Rabbit a little grey, but then so am I. Rabbit is just as busy as ever, he had found me a relation if his to stay with.
Owl is the same as ever. I took him a large box of very, very long words, which he was thrilled with. When I left he was still trying to get his tongue round pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
Eeyore had of course lost his tail again, so Piglet, Roo, Pooh and I spent a day searching for it and sewing it back in place. The fresh nettles I had dug up from my garden aren't nearly as good as Eeyore's own - no surprise really, he is Eeyore, after all.
Had a marvellous time, wondering if I should go to the building of Jalna next. Young Mrs Whiteoak can't object to a lady of my advanced years, can she? Don't want to go later, I have always found Renny's wife such a bore.
India with Kim?
Let you know where you have been. And if any of you meet the rogue who stole my heart when I was three, tell him to come and see me, please.
You can't mistake him. He is the only cat in the whole wide world who wears boots!
