During our weekend, Flat Stanley travelled in several bags and pockets to minimise damage.
When we got home from our lovely weekend (and after we had watched the final of Crufts, wish I had put a bet on) I reached into my bag to retreve Flat Stanley and get a final picture of him arriving safely home.
My blood ran cold as I then searched every bag and pocket. After a round of, "I thought you had him" "No, I thought you had him" I realised that Flat Stanley was still grinning if the ruins of Bolton Abbey.
I have emailed Bolton Abbey, but have had no reply as yet. Teri, if you're reading this, please don't let your son see it! Maybe I can get a clone of FS and no one will be any the wiser. I have emailed the teacher for a template. I can't believe I have let this happen to our guest! He wasn't even wearing a coat.
1 comment:
oh dear and it's going to snow later. But if he can get himself from Texas to you I'm sure he can make it from Yorkshire to you, and he is weatherproofed in his laminated all in one. I'm rooting for him.
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