Delius and the Mus musculus

Only yesterday Fifi said to dad that we hadn't had any presents from the cats. Wind the clock swiftly on to 6.30am. Diet with Delius filled him with a previously unseen energy and, it seems, a new recruit, although said recruit, in the form of a mouse, did not want to play. With no-one compus mentis to assist, our intrepid Fifi Babitt found the muscle to rescue Mus musculus (said mouse) and carry him - still alive - downstairs and thence to freedom. Early blog today as off to see The Boy who's in the recording studio. West Orange studios. Sounds grand and very showbiz, darling. Where is it? you may ask. LA? Montserrat? New York? London, perhaps? Well, no. Preston. We're off to deliver the final bit of 21st present. A very doody case to accompany the gold Fender deluxe P-Bass (!!). Case quality assured by Phoebe