Mood: celebratory
Now Playing: Jamie Come Try Me- Eddi Reader
Topic: I feel quite giddy.
Congratulate Me! It's official. I am a mother. A parent. Oh yes! There I was having a post Footballers Wives swish about the net, when on a whim I decided to look into this internet adoption caper. Before I knew it I had adopted little Henrietta. It's true, she's not a conventional child, but to see her is to love her. The adoption papers are on the way in, what I am told is an attractive presentation folder.
Of course little Henrietta won't actually live with me as a result of my self-obsession disorder. Instead she'll live on Hillside Farm with lots of little animals to chat to and will keep in touch via newsletter.
I haven't consulted my sparring partner about any of this so I will be a single mother. For help and support I shall be relying heavily on my readers. Little Henrietta will be like a sort of blog adoptee. A collective adoption, if you like.
I identified with Henrietta the moment I clapped eyes on her little face. I used to work in a call centre, so I understand the battery-hen experience to an extent. Naturally Henrietta is a super-intelligent hen that can write letters. I'm wildly excited I've never had a newsletter from a hen before! Not even once! I wonder if Henrietta will actually do the typing or if she will lie on chaise lounge, Barbara Cartland style and dictate. I will of course keep you all posted.
I must go now. I have to explain to wee Belle (my guinea pig) that just because our little family has got bigger I don't love her any less.
Apopt Now! It's very rewarding.
Cheerio
Posted by Clairwil
at 11:11 PM BST
Updated: 07/04/05 11:25 PM BST