Yes, its not so much I kept it quiet really, its more you forgot! Again!!Well you kept that quiet. I suppose the Otters on the Strand didn't send you a card either. The reason for that being that their little arms cannot reach the pillar box to post the cards.
They are also not paid very much as Oysters are out of season and the Savoy contract that they are on only allows them to fish for them in season. I really think they should diversify and possibly go for an all year round job such as selling the Evening Standard. ( They would have to learn English to do this - and to speak as well, so I suspect it isn't really a goer as an idea. It is a start however)
Then they could buy a card, employ someone tall to post the card (well that is most people when you are an otter) and then you would have at least one birthday card. Thats if they care. I suspect they don't - and that is the real reason why you had no cards.
The otters on the strand did in fact send me a card this year, i get one every year (like the Norwegian Christmas Tree in Edinburgh) as a token of their appreciation of the time I saved them when Neil kicked them (and proclaimed love for Ros, a woman he hadn't even seen before!).
It was a small, card, made this year from recycled "Players theatre" song sheets, with a nice motif of queen victorias head over a backdrop of spotted dick and custard (spoke in a polish accent of course) - its was a musical card you see.
It was sent to the local post office as I they had put insufficent postage on it (which i found out was because everytime they licked the stamp, they ate it- they didn't have these self adhesive ones available - but then again they would have just stuck to their finger....as with so many things).They managed to post the letter by running up the slumped body of a guttered ex music hall chairman, who having spunked £1.75m on Gerry Mander and Phil E Buster, was left with nowt, (apart from a monacle and a set of tatty flags), was slumped against the letter box.
Anyway, there was a letter inside telling me how they were doing. They all have jobs now, indoors jobs as well, one works in Pizza Hut (although he's already had a form 1 for stealing anchovies of peoples food), another works as a "powderer" in the ladies dressing room at the savoy theatre (just finished a run of Hms Pinafore) and the other one has landed a job as one of these Community Support Officers for the Met.
All in all just anotter (sorry another) day in the life of a strand otter.
Its a pleasure to know them
RIk
