We now have a full boat for the Ocean Party so if you’ve not RSVPd to me already then I’m afraid you’ve missed the boat. Fear not, there will be further opportunities to meet Dippers and hear some ocean tales.
Fear not some more if any of you have been puzzled by my local and faithfully misprinting papers this week – contrary to what they would have you believe, it is not a public free for all, it is not at the Hornblower and it is not even something they should have been printing. Media, eh?!
Dippers was admired yesterday by all the children at Stamford Junior School (my old place) where we spent the morning talking about our adventures. Lots of very intrigued little people, and one very concerned little girl worried about whether I knew the results of X Factor, on account of my ocean wandering. I stifled a chuckle – I wouldn’t even know who it was even if I had been on land!
Favourite questions, rather unsurprisingly, revolved around toileting facilities and capsizing terrors and there were more than a few shocked faces at both my methods for washing clothes and the numbers of chocolate bars stowed and eaten during the voyage. Happy to report that both the Tweedles and my albatross friends have a new band of ardent admirers and Dippers a whole new Appreciation Society. Parents of these children be warned: when asked by the Headmistress who thought they might like to row across an ocean one day, there was about 90% take up by one class!
Yours in thinking-about-my-outfit for the ocean party,
Outey Toot Toot x
PS : The team t shirts almost arrived yesterday, but my instructions hadn’t made it to the delivery dude and Bonnie’s signature obviously wasn’t good enough, because they were taken away again. They will be with you before the next millennium, I promise!