Early to bed and early to rise,makes an elf healthy, wealthy and wise- so the old saying goes. Reluctantly I shall have to follow this adage this evening,and have a relatively early night. I need to leave for Metropolis early as my audition is at ten, and there is still much to do.
I am sorry about this as there is so much to tell you all,but I would be writing until past midnight if I started a great tome to you now.So my plan is to make this missive short and sweet,and celebrate one hundred postings to you on Sunday when I return ,with a very special toadstool tales 100.
Then I can enlighten you as to the machiavellian events of the afternoon,and the strange but true , further eccentriciities of behaviour from across the hedge at number 6.
Further tales of my city ploys at the theatre,our evening at the opera and my take on the Dingley Dell Fair, will no doubt leave you breathless and enthralled.
So buckle down to a couple of days free from employment strife, play out in the open air whenever it is fine, and stay tuned to this elven epistle for the next instalments.
Much love to you all,my gladsome well-wishers, from your creative muse,Amarantha, the Willow wild child, the Rainbow Faery.
