The woman who purports to be a Princess sleeps on a bed with twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds on it - and underneath all those -unbeknown to her- is a pea. In the morning, she complained of a bad night's sleep due to something in the bed bruising her back.
Thus her Prince knew she was a Princess.
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This morning I stripped our bed for laundry, neatly folding the duvet and fleece throws and placing them in a stack on the end of the bed.
When I returned a little while later - what did I find?
A certain little girl who looked so regal and imperious, she put me in mind of the Princess!

Missy is your Princess isn't she Pat?
ReplyDeleteShe truly is, Beryl.
ReplyDeleteI'm not ashamed to say, I love her to pieces :)
She's adorable!
ReplyDeleteThank you - she really is :) xx
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