Dinner at Chez Whitton

Pink and Stewby are quite rightly impressed with their new dinning table. Scoffing a plate of food on your knee is fine normally but on special occasions, like when your favorite niece is visiting, it is nice to be a bit more formal.

At first Lucy is a bit tentative.

Then she realizes that she has been given a grown up fork. Yum Yum, Stewby's Shepard's Pie (Lucy version without the creamy mash) is a triumph.

Then she gets to play with that odd dog. There is such a thin line between beloved family treasure and a yellow block of wood with 4 loosely attached legs. Lucy must be a Porter girl because she appears far more charitably disposed to it than her cynical father.

Red Faced

Lucy asks Stewby if she might have a small morsel more of ham. A reasonable request until you notice how much food is already piled up on her plate.

How can I possibly choose between these two bacon covered sausages?

Aha ha ha hah ha ha ha haaah

Aha ha ha hah ha ha ha haaah, Aha ha ha hah ha ha ha haaah!

How much do I like sausage rolls?

Quite content

Sunday Dinner

Sunday dinner over at chez Porter and Lucy has a fine chicken roast with Mummy and Daddy. Broccoli, sprouts, roast potatoes and parsnip, carrot and free range organic chicken. Of course she ignores the rest and munches chipolatas.

"More sausages"!