Additions to the Miniature Population

With thanks to

Robin

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

again!

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.