Send money, or the Anne Geddes Bunny-baby gets it. Really.

Imagine my surprise...

... when a very nice couple rang the doorbell this evening, claiming to be the exiled King and Queen of Transbaikalia, saying they'd come to take Lizzie back to her rightful position in a beautiful sugar candy palace on the banks of the River Danube. As any good father would, I had assumed that Lizzie was previously lying through her teeth on that subject. I pretended to speak no English, and called the police. A bit like when the Jehovah's witnesses call round, except this time I didn't acquire a copyof Watchtower. Close call though. Lizzie was laid face down in a pile of pink plastic crap when they called, filthy from head to foot with black felt-tip. One look and they'd have been scared off forever. Next project.. acquire Lizzie's fortune and send our cats off to Transbaikalia, second class mail.