I’m the Wild Child round here, unlike some Goody Two-Shoes types I could name, and I say let’s drink to our new blog, where you can learn how to have fun, acquire new skills, and eat more adventurously!
Drop in for a glass or two and a crunchy snack, a furry morsel or a tasty foraged treat.
Estorbo, that was yours; I know it could take you a while to get here.
Geiger and Sporran, I’ll drink to you later; I’m counting my units today.
The others complain about all the rules here, but I treat the place like a party house, where you can walk where you like, climb, explore, and hide. A totalitarian regime is meant to be subverted, right? And shy bairns get nowt, right? And Rachel doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head like the two Scaredy-cats think, right?
Sometimes I help Rachel with her cooking. She knows I have a refined palate.
Sometimes I have a li’l drinkie too many and it’s hard to walk……
And that’s when it’s good to have a big sister to sort me out. Even if she is Head Girl and rather preachy. I love her, really.
I like it here; I came as a kitten, and Rachel says I have ADHD from being reared in a noisy overcrowded house where I didn’t get enough attention. I don’t know what ADHD means…. Adventurous, Daring, Happy, Delightful, maybe? So so true. See?
So that’s me. I know how to enjoy myself, but I’m not a good-time girl. Oh no. I can be serious. I think deep thoughts. I’ll share them with you as we go along.
And I have a Betrothed. By proxy. It’s sort of like in ‘The Piano’ but not so weird. Cheers, Oliver!
And toodle-pip to all of you too. Scooter or Hamish are writing next. Poor you; they’re total dimwits.
PS Hope you’re going to be our Followers!