The Party

It was Sir James's birthday yesterday and we had been told to expect a party, so when we arrived at work in the morning we set to and cleaned up the orangery. A good sweep through and some balloons and streamers soon set the tone. Everyone signed the card, including Shandy with a neat muddy paw print and then all we had to do was work until lunchtime. There followed an unexpected twist to the celebration when Sir James presented me with my end of training certificate, then we all sat down to tuck into buns with either 'James' or 'Alison' iced on the top and a cheeky lunchtime larger! Very kind of the Grahams. it is a pleasure to work for such lovely people. Meanwhile in the vegetable garden some of the small creatures had been having a party of their own, each and every ripe cob of corn has been devoured by the pesky mice!

"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we may as well dance" Anon

Not much left for us humans!