Cow Island

It's Thursday........... You've missed him........... (No you have, really, you just have to be honest with yourself about these things) IIIIITTTT'SSSS CYRILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!! Morning my fellow rumbly tum chums, This place is rubbish! I've not seen a hint of a restaurant since we landed.....or a sweet emporium...or a cake warehouse. I mean what sort of place doesn't have a least 3 cake warehouses with perhaps some sort of trifle annexe and a biscuit garden within its confines? I could quite easily have just wasted away to nothingness. But fear not! (and you were feared, I can tell these things, it's because you love me so) I've managed to make my way back to our little ship and am even now nibbling on a smidge of lemon and mango triple fruity special...and just in the nick of time! A couple more hours of this and all will be well. Until next time, Your Pal Sir Cyril of Cakevilleshire OBE with raisins and a cinnamon stick

'Come back!' called out Captain Bill. 'Pardon?' said Norma. 'I said come back,' repeated Captain Bill,'look at the state of the place, we'll get the blame!' 'But I think it was like this before we landed,' replied Norma. 'It most certainly was!' mooed Bertha,'that's why I couldn't work out what it all was. The whole place wants a thorough clean and tidy!' 'It certainly is a strange place,' added Norma. Captain Bill took a long look to left and right and then gingerly climbed out of the Mootilus. 'Just be careful where you put your hooves,' warned Norma and Captain Bill assured her that he would. 'Where are the others? he asked as he picked his way across a particularly difficult bit. 'They've gone on ahead,' replied Norma,'I've told Cyril to keep an eye on the other two.' 'Well with a bit of luck he won't sell them to the first person he meets then!' ...