It’s Okay

I’m happy, it’s okay. I’ve always admired the lovely shade of lilac at Aunty Freda’s house and the smell of chrysanthemums isn’t sickly at all. They’ve dressed me really nice and although I feel a bit stiff in my best clothes, they’re getting me all the attention I could ever want. Not sure what everyone’s crying for, though. I put it down to the buns. She never did get the hang of buns.