“Hi, my name is Lily. Last week I had a birthday party, and Lovely Mum baked me a cake. Thanks, Lovely Mum! Mind you, the last time I tried to eat a cat’s tail things got a little awkward. We’ll see how it goes …”
“Anyhoos, here’s me and Lovely Mum before the ravening hordes arrive. Crikey, Mum – you could’ve made a bit of an effort with your hair. Look at mine, a nice lilac slide, a wee vertical flick for dramatic effect … It’s easy when you know how.”
“Blummy! Birthday parties are tough going. I’m all pooped out. In a good way, like. Lovely Mum told me to guard the wine-rack with my life. ‘You know what Sillyput is like when he gets a sniff of a cork,’ she said. But I refuse to believe he could get any sillier than he usually is. It’s just not possible.”
“Hurrah, here’s the cake! That’s Lovely Auntie Jane on the couch, she’s lovely. Uncle Gav is sitting beside her, but Sillyput took him out of the picture because he didn’t want to scare the horses. Ha! There weren’t even any horses at my party! Golly-gosh, Sillyput really is a Boopster. Happy Birthday to me, everyone! Boopy-doop!”
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