Cow Island

Good morning everyone!  Now it's been a very long time since we had a chat but that's no excuse for allowing bad posture to creep in, so do sit up straight! How are you? Unlike some people I really am interested. Have you managed to do any studying? A course or two perhaps? Push the boundaries and never be afraid to fail! Now I'm reading the book on sculpture first, if I try knitting while my lovely captain is getting us underway I'll drop too many stitches. You might notice a few changes, I think the plants soften things up a little and the hat keeps the sun off as there's no shade at all up here. As for leaving the harbour, for those of you familiar with our escapades you might expect me to report that we've been going around in circles for the last few hours but interestingly I can report that we've also achieved several ovals, a square and a rhomboid! We've not actually hit anything as long as you don't include glancing blows and Ann...

INSIDE ANNIE'S HEAD And in the space between those horns A universe of thought Ideas tumble piled, packed dense In dusty corners edge turned and tattered Brief notes on breakfast scraps Lay dormant Waiting Waiting And as time passes Further lost Beneath thunks fresh formed Cake thoughts, neatly knitted, iced And still more Crammed unsorted Lightly penguined Dancing Napping Never stopping Thunk on think On think on thunk And one around Yon elephant's trunk The mind on Annie Imagines

'Tears, a river filled and sorrow a thousand valleys deep in the landscape of despair, the end...the end must come.' And with that Horace silently closed the book and placed it on the grass. 'Could I just point out?' began Norma. 'I KNOW!' said Queen Phoebe, 'I asked for him! It's my own fault!' 'And he does take it very seriously,' added Norma. 'Accepted!' replied Queen Phoebe. 'But One has to wonder if it would hurt all that much to just slip in the occasional knock knock joke?' 'Perhaps you could commission him?' suggested Norma. 'Another time,' replied Queen Phoebe. 'Would you like another?' asked Horace, 'I could read a serious one if you're in the mood?' Queen Phoebe closed her eyes and Norma took the opportunity to mouth the words, 'Not now, thank you,' to Horace. So how's the Great Crown Rescue plan coming along?' asked Queen Phoebe after a whil...

'So then she said it was all my fault and sacked me!' said Norman. Annie gave Norman a hug. 'Is that because you feel sorry for me or because you like hugging me?' asked Norman. 'A bit of both,' replied Annie and she gave Norman another hug. 'I said to her,' said Norman, 'I said, I couldn't be expected to be everywhere at once....but still, the fact is, at the end of the day, I'm no longer head of security.' Annie administered a third and fourth hug. 'So what now?' she asked. 'Just this part time gardening,' replied Norman, 'but it's not the same, the thrill has gone, let's face it there simply aren't as many life or death moments in the world of herbaceous borders.' Annie dug deep and found an unused pack of huglettes. 'So I was thinking,' continued Norman, 'maybe I should just quit and go undercover in a relentless pursuit of the criminal mastermind who perpetrated this heinous act of roya...

'And if you tie books to your horns overnight the words fall into your head.' 'Really?' asked Cyril. 'Really,' replied Annie, 'but you have to get up very slowly in the morning otherwise the words get all jumblified.' 'Well that's fine with me,' said Cyril, 'I've never been in favour of rushing to get up.' 'I wouldn't be surprised if you could become a professor by the end of the year,' added Annie. 'I think I might be already,' replied Cyril, 'I forget which certificates I've printed off.' 'Ooooooh!' mooed Annie. 'Look! Tulips!' 'Very nice,' said Cyril, 'it makes you feel as if winter really is coming to an end and that brighter, warmer, longer days are just around the corner...let's eat them.' 'Yippee!' said Annie.

BEES There are little bees That wander by That buzzer by And zubber by That often make Me wonder why I walk upon the ground They zwizzer by And fizzer by They seem to have Such fun that I Will simply have to Learn to fly Above this silly ground They zipper by And whizzer by Full of nectar Sweet to try From flowers that are Swaying by The buzzy wuzzy sound But it's not fun The bees all cry Our little lives are Passing by And we are driven Crazy by Our zibby zubby sound We stumble by And tumble by Working all day long They sigh So we can make The honey That we bottle By the pound So I'll no longer Wisher by That I could Buzz and whizzer by I clearly have things easy I shall stay upon the ground! Thank you Horace

'And this,' said Captain Bill, with great reluctance, 'is Cyril!' Camille lent in slightly towards Captain Bill. 'Which one?' she asked. 'No,' replied Captain Bill, 'that's just one person....it's all him!' 'Oh!' said Camille and she gave Cyril a slightly nervous smile. 'Afternoon,' replied Cyril, 'I have,' he continued, 'travelled here,this very afternoon, to meet your personage and have taken the liberty of bringing with me a small gift!' and so saying he stepped to one side. 'Oh,' said Camille, 'how kind.....it is 'alf an empty, badly damaged cart!' 'Yes,' replied Cyril, 'Well, I did set out with the best of intentions. A small vehicle of the finest oak, it was fully laden with flowers...carefully chosen, hoof picked blooms....not a petal out of place.....but I hadn't moved far before I was overcome by a serious attack of the munchies! There's still a couple of sta...

It's Thursday! He's here! And if you're not already in love with him, think again! Iiiiiiiittttttt'sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss CYRILLLLLLL!!!! Morning mon petite chums! And what a morning it is! Does the fine soft nose of our young hero detect upon the air the slightest hint of parfum? Do we have guests? Are there those, who even now, have not had the pleasure (careful!). Are they and I being kept apart by some other person? Fear not! And so, with well trimmed hoof and a dab of horn polish, I set forth! A lady awaits! I travel and a small range of gifts travels with me. Young Cyril shall not be left out! Onward! Cyril