An Urgent Delivery

There was a problem at the sorting office and a very old stork called Caesar was brought in for the extra-special delivery. Unusually, the tiny parcel, weighing in at 4lbs 12ozs, arrived seven and a half weeks early and is stopping over at the Royal Sussex for a bit of V.I.P. treatment before going home.

Penelope Zsa Zsa Kashmir Porch is exceedingly beautiful, as you can see, and has long slim legs and big feet (she has something of her grandmother about her – the big feet, not the slim legs!).

Both she and her mum are doing well and, in a couple of weeks, I shall be winging my way up to Brighton to lend a hand, and love and hug her. I’m so pleased that I shall be known as “Bebe” instead of Granny, and Chris will be called “Baba” (not to be confused with Baa Baa! Although he is a lamb.) And should Penelope ever become a film star she can easily drop a couple of her names…

Whilst talking about our gorgeous new-comer’s glamorous name my sister, Mary, was reminded of an interview between the beautiful actress Zsa Zsa Gabor and the Irish interviewer Terry Wogan many years ago, which she said went something like this…

– “So Zsa Zsa, how many times have you been married?

– “Eight times Darlink. Do you know that all of my husbands accused me of being a bad     housekeeper? But I proved them all wrong – I kept all of the houses!”

–  “I’ve only been married once and I’m still with my wife.”

–  “Really? Oh you poor man!”

1 thought on “An Urgent Delivery

Comments are closed.