Nell, waiting for Godot… The thing about writing a Christmas story every year is that I don’t get to record on the blog all the other stuff that happens in December. I could add in extra entries, I suppose, but I wouldn’t want anyone to become confused and think we actually have talking chickens in the house. We might. But we might not. I like to maintain an air of mystery. Anyway, during December the drafty bathroom turned into a sleek shower room. Not by any magical mystical means á la pumpkin into Cinderella coach, but via the hard work of Ian the Plumber who is of the old-school plumbing type and, therefore, did a cracking job. He was amiable, neat and conscientious, and I can see why he never needs to advertise and gets all his work by word-of-mouth. Big house job ticked off the list - marvellous! I went to see the new ‘Paddington’ film with Heather and Oli. It was good, and Olivia Coleman was hilarious as the comedy nun. It was also only an hour and a half long w...
It is Christmas Eve. It really IS! The Lady Author has caught up with her narrative timeline at just the right moment, almost as if some planning had been involved all along. (It hadn't...) Also, you’ll notice that this final episode is headed by an original drawing of King Charles, Miggins and Pumphrey created by Lord Malarkey himself. How lovely! Anyway, the lady hens are gathered for a final breakfast in Buckingham Palace before they begin their journey to Sandringham House for the Royal Christmas Day celebrations. ‘I thought I’d wear this to church tomorrow,’ says Mrs Pumphrey, parading around in a rather attractive plum velvet duster coat with flashing fairy light trim. ‘Very nice,’ says Mrs Slocombe. ‘But my big concern is the King’s Christmas Day speech broadcast. Is Kenneth going ahead with the recording as planned?’ ‘He’s still in bed,’ says Mrs Miggins. ‘Something about having to rest his exhausted artistic temperament and can we take him up a few crumpets a...