It was a long weekend of endless celebrations. Kizzie was 21! People came and went. Sometimes they looked bright and shiny and sometimes they looked dull and limp. We thought this could be down to the amount of Quail Ale consumed. Balloons festooned Wattlebury Cottage, bumping merrily in front of the Trusty Barometer. No matter, the days were long, blue and sunny, even though it was mid-January. Cake was eaten, Poppers popped and Songs were sung. Harvey wore a shiny Gold Hat and tried to purloin remains on plates. Dad cut logs and then cut more logs. Mum kept taking bags of rubbish to the bin and we waited patiently for tasty morsels to arrive.
The Fox ate the Bossy Rosecomb ( it would be uncharitable of me to snigger) and Drongo and Nog made headlines in The Wattlebury Gazette for their achievements in Shows recently. It read "Local Lads Make Good" We were very proud of them. Gordon x
Hello! My name is Gordon and I am a Gold Sebright and my best friend is Sylvia. She is a Silver Sebright. We live with our foster parents on a small farm in the country. We thought that we would put our take on life and what we get up to through the year into a diary for you. All the characters are real and the events are a true record, interpreted with a modicum of poetic licence. We hope you enjoy it. Love Gordon and Sylvia