I Can Only Blame Myself ……

I can only blame myself, I suppose.  I got in from shopping yesterday and lay Nigel’s pumpkin outfit out on the bed to admire and then ….  the phone went …. it was Hugh,  our friend who lives the showbiz life in Notting Hill and when he calls he is on the phone for hours …. Hugh, believe me can talk for England (and Wales and Scotland!!)

But, while I was on the phone, Nigel popped into my room for a clean hankie ….

….. and had inadvertently noticed the said pumpkin outfit ….. I know he wouldn’t have done it on purpose because Nigel is not a poker of presents or things of a personal type nature.

So when he realised that he may have stumbled upon something that perhaps he shouldn’t have, poor Nigel worked himself up to an absolute state of flux ….

However, he decided that honesty was the best policy and that he should fezz up to his aforementioned inadvertent discovery.

The poor little fella was shaking as he told me ….. but it was my fault (and Hugh’s)…. I should have put it away …… and so, as far as I was concerned, there was nothing for Nigel to confess.

On discovering that the outfit was for him ….. Nigel, now trying his luck, asked if he could “just” try it on “for size”, how could I refuse such a plaintive and innocent face …..

….. and I have to admit, that he did look very, very cute …….

So when he further suggested that perhaps a pumpkin outfit should not just be for Halloween night …… and that perhaps he could just wear it for a few days before ….. perhaps to advertise the Trick or Treat goodies in the kitchen with The Cook Lady’s permission ……… what could I say??   Stitched up again!!!  What is he like???????