What's funnier than a barrel of monkeys?
I don't know. What's funnier than a barrel of monkeys?
A lamp post on top of a telephone box.
Definitely a left brain thinker.
In a moment of weakness (and wanting to get home because I had a migraine and was feeling sick), I gave in and bought him not one but three small mice from the vets. Fortunately, there are not live and are more of the cuddly variety. Father Christmas bought him one last Christmas and we made up a song called 'Squeakie the Spaceboy Mouse'. That one eventually became Charlie the Spaceboy Mouse and now he has three crew members. They are all going to be called Charlie the Spaceboy Mouse though, despite my best efforts - "Alpha, Bravo and Delta", "Holly, Daisy and Acorn" were met with a firm 'No.'
The original mouse members of the family were three slightly larger white mice from Ikea called Meggie, Maggie and Moggie. Unfortunately, Meggie Mouse never came back after being tucked in with her owner as he was wheeled into theatre for an operation on his arm. I am never in Gloucester without my son, so I can't go and ask at Gloucester Royal's Lost Property in case she is not there. He has forgotten that he had three. Maggie and Moggie evolved into 'Squeak and Squeak', who now get up to all sorts of mischief, so I am told, as part of the Reception class at his school. So we now have Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Squeak and Squeak. Possibly, they will all have to go to school tomorrow.
I blame this on one of our favourite DVDs known in the family as "Buck Denper and the Snow Dudes", but officially called, "Why do we call it Christmas? With Buck Denver and Friends" There is a rickshaw driver who is a monkey in the story, as Pirate Pete accidentally gets dropped off in India rather than Indiana after receiving a telegram from a Guadalupe the flying squirrel, who is sent as a messenger from Buck's log cabin in the wilds of Indiana to invite his friends to a party where they will explore the meaning of Christmas. The monkey's name is Monkey and his brothers and sisters are also called Monkey. ("Our mother was a sweet soul, but not original.") The rickshaw eventually makes it back, picking up several guests stranded in the snow on the way and Sunday School Lady makes everyone Pepperkakker - the recipe for which I shared in this blog in December last year.
I would like to be invited to Buck's party if he has one this year. His log cabin looks like a great place to get away from it all. Let me know if you see any passing rickshaws.