Additions to the Miniature Population

With thanks to
the lovely lady who made them!!

Lil in her new domain.

Much persuasion was needed to induce Lil
to emigrate Downunder.
Janet and Jim
were in dire need of some quality help
with their large family
so Robin was asked if she knew of a nice
trustworthy lady who might like to travel
and see a bit of the world 
and take up a position with our family.
Lil was consulted but she wasn't immediately convinced,
she had the possibility of a good position
coming available close to home.
Inducements of a well appointed kitchen
and the great Australian weather
didn't appear to be much help convincing Lil to leave England.
I had a very nervous weekend waiting to hear
what her final decision would be...
Joy when the news came through
that Lil would be coming!!
(Gossip had it Lil was persuaded to emigrate
only when she heard that her dear Vicar,
whom she'd
"done for"
for years,
had accepted a posting Downunder.)

The Vicar is visiting to chat with Young Jim
about christening arrangements for the babies.

Lil and the Vicar appear to have taken
"The long way round"
on their journey to Australia,
arriving many days later than expected.
Robin and I feared Lil had had her way with the Vicar
and the two of them eloped.
Perhaps we'd never see them again!
They eventually showed up,
nonchalantly unpacked themselves
and made themselves at home,
without forwarding any explanation 
re their tardiness.
The Vicar is saying nothing whatever of their whereabouts.
When questioned, Lil firmly closed her lips
around a tiny smile.

 As soon as
the new arrivals had been revived from their journey
with a good cup of tea,
a photo session was arranged
to commemorate the occasion
but Lil was nowhere to be seen.
A frantic hunt ensued.
Grave fears were held for her safety.
Miniature people are warned
on their arrival
of the danger of
Miniature-Eating Wolves
lurking about.
(Chihuahuas - who also eat miniature crochet)
To everyones great relief
she was found to have
skived off to the computer desk for a quiet fag
(a habit I hope I can break her of soon)
and wasn't happy  about being required
to pose for a photo.
Her mood improved markedly
when she was shown the kitchen
where she immediately donned her pinny
and set to work with mop and bucket.
Woe-betide anyone
who walks dirt through her domain

And finally,
our older teenage daughter.
A horse mad lass!
She wasted no time
but made a beeline for the stable
to feed her horse an apple,
give him a good brush down
and pop a saddle on him for
a lovely ride.