Mayday!! Mayday!!

Hello again - and thank you for all the kind messages - I’m fine now, Nipper is still a bit sore but getting over it and I expect Polly will eventually stop blaming ME for the state of her new Spring bonnet. As usual I get the blame for everything but there we are -good job us chaps have got broad shoulders and a lot of patience!

It all started so well

Not sure who’s idea it was - probably Brie’s - but ‘we’ decided to celebrate May Day properly this year with a Maypole and all …

“Let’s have a Party”

says Polly - “and Razorbill can invite Rodney and his new friend Hopkins” “Cool Man” says QT very 1960’s

New Spring Bonnets

Absolutely essential I’m told - should have seen it coming but Hey Ho - anything for a quiet life ….

And not a cross word!!

Didn’t get the maypole patterns right of course but great fun and everyone enjoyed the day then suddenly…

To the Rescue!

But sadly the rescue didn’t go to plan - maypole breaks, ladder topples, Nipper falls and - worse of all - Polly’s new bonnet gets trampled underfoot….

Tall tales of tall ships

Razorbill tells Rodney stories of reefing the tops’l gallants in a Force 10 with Cap’n Jack Ratty while Nipper listens in …

Get Down Nipper!!!

Yells Polly as her youngest climbs the rigging of old Cap’n Ratty’s tall ship - and gets tangled in the ribbons and stuck …

Peace Offering

Apparently - according to Hopkins - who turns out to be rather sensible for a Mad March Hare - there’s this 19th century tradition of folk leaving a May Basket of spring flowers or sweets on each other’s doorsteps at this time of year - especially if a sweetheart’s was the door step in question. Hopkins reckons - and who am I to question the word of a mad hare - that the idea was knock on the door, yell “May Basket” and run off at high speed leaving the offering anonymously. Thought it had a sort of insane logic to it so decided to give it a whirl but to cover my bets by leaving a ‘From Squeaky’ note.

I’ll let you know how it all went …