Little Minx. Poppity Goblet. Sausage. Boo-boo. Pussycat.

Fastidious. Minor weakness for bananas and berries. Intrigued by her own nasal cavities. Likes a wander. Bossy boots. Considerate to soft toys. Enjoys a good lick of the coe-woe before bedtime. Furtive ice cube thief. Says Chinese words. With an English accent. Snores (gently). Lacks canines. A bloody genius.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Time and Tide (and Fishballs) Wait for No Man


27 July 2006 With not a moment to lose, Saffron gets down to business at Newton Hawker Centre within an hour of arriving.



Reunited with her beloved Fishball Noodles (and loving family of course), she gives the thumbs up. All is well with the world.

Platters of delicious local cuisine nonchalantly scattered around the tables to deflect from the fact that it's actually all for Mummy.

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