You would think that being on the worlds wettest farm we'd of splashed out on a drier before wouldn't you? Instead we kind of fell into the Comet sale last night looking for a blender and ended up with Mark squashed in the front of Gretchen (the Dodge) practically hugging a tumble drier with no reverse, first or second gear.
Today the comfort rats offered to test it out as while they weren't malodorous they were slightly grubby. They were a little nervous but off they went in the camper van to go surfing. Theodore got wipped out by a big wave ("I'm not waving, I'm drowning"!) resulting in CPR followed with a soothing spell in the sauna.
After a wee tipple in front of a roaring fire, they headed off back to bed, lighter, fluffier and fragrant.
2 comments:
The Clangers, comes to mind.
Laura your sketch on comfort rats was a hoot so realistic
Found it very entertaining. Laughing all the way to bed.
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