I rub its surfaces gently with oil and paper... I place well-used utensils in its corners and crevices. I open its soft-closing drawers and marvel at its newness, its loveliness...
Last week, I cuddled its dishwasher. My proper first dishwasher! We are nursing the new American style fridge freezer into its first days of life... It is now settled and stable; It will soon be ready to serve.
Smitten, moi??!
And, in a telephone call from Her Majesty's Secret Service (namely the Department of Communities and Local Government - which we used to call Declog!), I was invited to a Garden Party.
At Buckingham Palace.
Me!
I was politely asked if I would like to attend a garden party in one of the months running up to summer. Are you joking, I beamed with glee. Of course I would! What??!
I was given 24 hours to come up with my 'Plus One'. I knew GJ would decline. He might kick a corgi!
I asked Grizz, of course. Who best to accompany his Mum, and what an opportunity...
In the end, it turned out that my second-best partner my GBF, Donty, snapped my hand off - He was so amazed to be asked. I think he'll be the perfect partner to meet and greet with 'Her Maj'', as he calls her!
He's cock-a-hoop. I'm just startled and surprised.
I'm delighted that someone thought well enough of l'il ol' me to put my name forward for an invite...
This week my wide smile might even begin to wear off.
Don't think so though!
I'll keep you informed, mes bloggy buds... I will. I've already bought me dress in the sales!
Next stop, a hat or fascinator...
What would you wear?
I am all corgi-ears! Ah, imagine the blog-fodder!
