“Hi, my name is Lily. My lovely Mum was working last weekend, so my Dad, Ol’ Sillyput, took me home to Sligo. He’s really not the best in the world when it comes to feeding a little girl, it has to be said …”
“What I’m really worried about, though, is that my mum is going off on a little holiday this weekend, which means it’s just me, Ol’ Sillyput and that blummin’ spoon again. I mean, a wee girl could starve to death, or end up wearing most of her dinner, relying on that silly old boopster. Any suggestions? Boopy-doop!”