My name is Errol and I am a very small toy sheep. I have previously appeared on the internet in other people’s blogs and also on their facebook accounts.
I think I come from Yorkshire, although the label sticking out of my arse tells a different story.
Made in China? Surely not!
I was bought from the gift shop at Helmsley Castle, along with a bottle of mead and some bramble, liqueur by a bloke calling himself Sir Bruin (I have reason to suspect that this is not his real name as he is sometimes also known as Cuthbert Fortesque-Todger). I was then given as a gift to his girlfriend, who is known as Lady De Minutive.
She made a terrible fuss of me to start with and I was allowed to ride on the dashboard as I was driven from Yorkshire to my new home in Suffolk. I was promised lots of outings but I haven’t even been up the bloody garden yet!
I live in her ladyship’s bedroom with Moosey the moose (who came from Vancouver and had to travel home in a suitcase – ha!) and Rory who was won in a raffle and is allegedly a lion. Before Sir Bruin came along, Moosey lived on a pillow on her ladyship’s bed for two years.
I am a bit jealous of Moosey’s former standing because I only get to sleep on the bottom of this mirror.
However, I now have my own blog, so read it and weep moose!
I have left the front bedroom on a number of occasions for photo shoots and here are some of my pictures.
I arrest ewe in the name of the law!
I saw three sheeps come sailing in
Christmas was quite jolly and Sir Bruin made me my own little party hat.
Tune in again sometime to see if I actually get to do anything interesting!
1 comment:
Fear not, young Errol, up the bloody garden you shall go!
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