'Greetin's end hair lair to all may loyal subjects. Today, it is Endy's birthday and the spot leight should, of course, be on 'im. But as aye em poorly end aye em therefore more important than what 'e is, aye shall 'ave first say today.
Aye have been 'ugely touched bay the good wishes bestowed upon me during may illness from you, may loyal fens. Therefore, aye would like to say a few thank you's. Firstly, to Olly end the Gemsta, for your kaind words of encouragement. And to Jean, whom arrived yesterday with en epple for myself, which aye ate all in one 'it, so aye ended up with a mono-boob thet would make Jordan green with henvy.
To Endy, for the administration of mind-altering drugs end allowing me to poop on 'is socks. End to Denise, for cleanin' ite may 'ospital wing every mornin', feedin' me extra tit-bits end keepin' me company in may hour of need. Aye just wish she'd stop singin' bleedin' 'Danny Boy' to me. It gives me the willies.
As aye speak to you all from the Music Room of the Pumphrey Wing, aye should like to re-assure you all thet aye am scabbin' over nicely end well on the road to recovery. Thenk you all.'
That was a message from one pampered chicken who is getting ideas above her station.
So, onto Andy's birthday. Bacon sandwiches and many, many pressies for breakfast. Whilst he went to work, complete with a 'Birthday Boy' rosette (a half day only, as he worked Saturday morning) I strung up balloons and banners everywhere, made a big sod off chocolate fudge cake covered in Maltesers and Smarties and created a proper kiddies tea party for lunch with crisps, sausage rolls, sarnies, jelly and chocolate fingers. At work, Andy's surprise present from the hens arrived according to plan. This was a balloon chicken that sings 'You are my sunshine' and it caused much entertainment.
Back home, we had our party, ate too much and then went for a walk in the park to work some of it off. We got a good workout because although the sun was shining, it was also blowing a gale of a wind, which somehow we managed to walk into all the way round.
There is a birthday dinner planned for this evening. Nachos and dips, followed by herby chicken, new potatoes and salad, followed by Eton mess, then cheese and biscuits. But as we lie here, slobbing on the sofa, both of us thinking we need to start that diet TOMORROW it might not get cooked, let alone eaten!
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