It was the perfect Saturday morning in Hove. We'd been out for a lovely brunch with aunty Fona and Pocket Monster was so very well behaved. We didn't take a picture of this but he was so good that we gave him a sugar cube!!! And he's not even a horse!!!
Anyway, that didn't last long.
Not the horse bit - he didn't turn into a horse, what are you suggesting?!
No, we took him to the foodies Hove Lawns festival and he went straight for the Scilly stand and PULLED a lemon!
Oh my days, I can't take him anywhere.
And where is he now you ask?
Well, if I said Coventry, would you believe me?
Didn't think so. No, he doesn't travel well I know. But somehow we came with us to Coventry and jumped in Flower Fairy's bed and that's the last we saw of him...
Anyway, that didn't last long.
Not the horse bit - he didn't turn into a horse, what are you suggesting?!
No, we took him to the foodies Hove Lawns festival and he went straight for the Scilly stand and PULLED a lemon!
Oh my days, I can't take him anywhere.
And where is he now you ask?
Well, if I said Coventry, would you believe me?
Didn't think so. No, he doesn't travel well I know. But somehow we came with us to Coventry and jumped in Flower Fairy's bed and that's the last we saw of him...
