Hallo Sheila, could I have a coffee, please? Ooh, I’m glad you’re open, I wasn’t sure if you would be. I decided it was time to come out of hibernation and get the circulation going with a bracing walk – but having set off, I found it wasn’t quite as nice a day as I thought, I was even glad of my windproof, waterproof layers. And then I remembered Lady G’s dramatic feline sighting… and one thought led to another… and a stroll along the river and back to the village seemed quite enough. Especially when there seemed to be some rather large pawprints in the mud. So here I am.
How are things with you? I know you’re not one to gossip, but what’s the news around and about? I don’t seem to have seen anyone lately, I expect we’ve all been wedded to our fires, duvets and computers. Is there any more news about the, er, “panther”?
And most of all, this is rather naughty of me, but I keep wondering whether [whispers] our Sir Fred is still Sir? And what would it mean for Lady G? I don’t really feel I can ask her directly, do you? But has anyone said anything, or is it mentioned in the Weekly? I mean, if one Fred loses his title – or, as I saw it somewhere, is “sircumcised” – what about his alter ego, is he similarly altered? I keep hoping all will become clear, but so far there’s just a tactful silence. And you know me, never one to remain tactfully silent for long 😉 Do tell, if you’ve heard anything!