Moments after completing my very distressing post earlier today the postman knocked the door. He looked a little taken aback that some barmy woman answered the door grinning like a loon with hand outstretched for the eagerly anticipated parcel held in his sweaty palm.
I knew that within that glorious jiffy-bag I would find a true Superhero to aid us all in our quest to rid the world of acts of Monkee humiliation.
Ladies and gentlemen (y'never know!!) may I proudly present the one......the only......Cedric Splatt!!!!!!!!
I think there may even be a bit of a Monkee crush going on already.
Cedric arrived safe and sound, if a little rattled, all the way from the very lovely and very talented Gina . In true Superhero fashion it did only take him a moment or two to compose himself after being rudely wrenched from his comfy repose in said jiffy-bag.
There is a little story behind this. I knew Cedric was imminent today. He is to be a Christmas present for Mr Monster. This very Monster chose today to have a 'sore throat'. Under normal circumstances it would be 'off to school boy and no, you cannot stay home unless you are actually unconscious!!!' He got me in a weak moment. What can I say?
Postman knocked. Monster clocked the parcel straightaway. Moogsmum made feeble excuses and smuggled parcel and camera upstairs.
I cannot say how excited I was about Cedric - who is even bigger and more butch in real life than in the photos I'd seen - but when I saw all the other fableous goodies Gina had enclosed I was beside myself with glee!!!!
A beautiful angel which is going away until Christmas for a certain little Minx:
This gorgeous machine embroidered pendant - pour moi. I am 'Mrs Green' so this is perfect for me!!!
and look look look at this cuteness:
Poor postman. No wonder he keeps giving our post away to the people in the next street!!!
He bought this too:
On the Monkee front I feel I owe Mrs Vicious Chicken an apology.
No indeed VC, you were not in fact condoning cruelty to Monkees. Merely drawing our attention to some devious goings on on the World Wide Web. Therefore, please be reassured that you will not be held in any way accountable for such actions.
You also quite rightly pointed out my own lack of care in allowing the MoogMonkee's to surf the net unsupervised. Hands up. I did it. I'm not proud but in my defence I was distracted by a small boy (who should have been at school as it turned out) bouncing off the walls with boredom.
With regards to Monkee Maker, the jury is still out. We may yet be swayed by the promise of muffins and coffee.
In case you are wondering:
1.Why two posts in one day?
ans: Well, how could I not post about Mr Cedric on the day of his arrival at Moog Towers?
2. Why so late then?
ans: Just got back from watching angelic six year old baby girl sing her little heart out in the Southampton School Music Association Infants Choir at Southampton Guild Hall. My eyes welled up big time when I remembered we were there just last year with Mum, not yet ill, watching the Monster squirm his way through the same Carol Concert.
She would have been so proud of her little girl tonight.