Old two legs has been pushing me off my computer so he can go and do this insurance stuff. I don't fully understand it but it seems he pays somebody to make sure no bad things happen and they send him a meerkat in return. I heard him telling my mate Terry the postman that he was expecting a meerkat from Meerkovo and that it was currently in Amsterdam where it had fallen off its bike into a canal and was waiting to dry off before it could get to England. Terry just humoured him and said OK and that he would watch out for it.
I think it is a bit cruel to send meerkats through the post like that because when they go through the franking machine they get a terrific whack on their head and it can send them a bit funny. Maybe that's what happened to Max, I shall have to ask him where he came from.
Well there was great excitement the other day when Terry arrived with 3 boxes addressed to two legs. There was much tearing of cardboard and opening of boxes and gasps of delight
"It's Alexander. Oh my it's Yakov. Hey look it's Bogdan!"
And there they all were on the lounge floor as large as life. I thought I ought to make myself known to them and next thing we were out in the estate grounds to have our photo taken. Can you spot me?
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