Miss Pickering

We have reached the end of my tenancy on Miss Pickering’s blog. It will be sad to leave, I have felt very comfortable here; curiously I have felt even more comfortable here than I feel on my own blog.

I can understand how Elvis must have felt when he finished a residency in Las Vegas and returned to Graceland. Like Elvis, I am substantially heavier and more perspiration-covered than when I came here. Unlike Elvis I am not in the habit of eating hamburgers while I sit on the toilet. Like Elvis I do where rather more white clothing than is practical for a farmer. Unlike Elvis.. actually I think we have exhausted that one.

While I have been here, do not think that Mrs Picklin’ has been resting on her laurels, eucalyptus and pittosporum. She has satisfied millions of Mothers’ Day customers, procured herself a swanky doodle doo laptop and has eaten seven helpings of tuna carpaccio.

Thank you for making me feel so welcome during my stay. I can hear Miss P fumblin’ with her keys at the door. I hate long goodbyes and I have started the engine on the John Deere already and I am hoping to disappear into the Spring sunshine without too much fuss.