Aira was a delightfully innocent girl before she came to me but she's had periodic instruction from Chloé who often sends her postcards in the post. Chloé's quite a spirited girl to say the least and Aira's response to her has been . . . . . . . . Well - you're about to read it here . . .
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Today was exhausting, woken up early by a nightmare of spiders, and being chased by a madman with a machete, to return to the spiders weaving webs rapidly over fruit and vegetables and live chickens.
Aira most certainly wove her web around me.
Hearing a noise first thing I found Aira at the front door collecting the post.
one letter having been addressed in particular to her
I don't know what it said, as I don't inspect my doll's post, but know that it happened to be from her sister in France. I gathered from odd things she said during the day that she'd told her that although sunbathing was great in the south of France,
it was important to be well turned out,
despite her past profession teaching other dolls how to be sexy
it was important not to allow anyone to see her naughty bits when taking a rest
and that it was fun to go and get a job from time to time
The next I knew there was a delivery driver phoning to find out how to get here as he had a parcel. Apparently it was a present from Chloé, one of her wigs, suggesting that Aira
try it on
but she decided that this French look was too sophisticated for her so reverted.
Over breakfast, I'd told her that I had some inverters to sell on ebay but that I hadn't easily found a model to model them. She said that she'd already looked at the instruction book
and thought that we most certainly didn't need to rely on those Chinese ladies to do our marketing for us
and how silly it was to put those electrical things in water
.
She then told me that Chloé had really resented being used as a porn model . . . the indignity of it!
and that we shouldn't be relying on porn to sell our products.
"So how better do we do it?" I said.
So I got my camera and we went outside, doing a shoot of our Chinese inverters from whatever angles came naturallyI'll show you. Get your camera.
This seemed very successful. Then the news came that our friendly mechanic was looking over the new mower and that the lads were going to put the old one onto ebay.
she piped up, so we trekked over to the barn.I'll help sell it for you
Her driving lesson the other day seemed to stand us in good stead, and she was a natural
making sure we could see there was something under the bonnet as well
She really loves showing off her engines
Commanding the scene superbly
she displayed the mower to perfection
Then the trouble started.
She saw the mechanic looking cool, and wanted to look like that too
and then she started seducing him
And then one of the lads decided that he had a radio to sell and asked her to model it for him
ensuring of course special placement of the microphone for the best effect
"Great!" came the shout from the lads "That's a wrap"
and whilst we were clearing up, the next thing we saw was that she'd jumped into the mechanics van
We just couldn't believe our eyes
There she was, wanting to be taken for a ride.
All set and ready to go
Known for his speedy work
this man clearly has something . . .
but after giving him two black eyes
Aira remembered why she was with me . . . and we returned to the house where she decided she'd better be good for the rest of the day. One of the inverters had to go out in the post so she kindly carried it into the kitchen
and put on it's protective wrapping
made sure the instruction book was properly inserted
and put on the protective polystyrene padding
put it into the box
with great care
and closed up the box
even wrapping it up with tape
and sealing it down properly
Before I could blink she'd got it in the car, telling me that I needed to get going if we were going to catch the afternoon post.
She said that she'd looked forward to meeting the man in the post office as she'd heard he was such a kind man
and so she went in and passed the parcel over the counter.
But before I could say "Jack Robinson"
she seemed to have attracted yet another boyfriend
and they were worryingly besotted with each other.
However I reminded Aira that it was she who had the VISA card and that she might need to pay for the parcel
and as she did so,
the nice man behind the counter hid.
He knew her secret:
Never let a doll look you in the eye
and likewise never ever look a doll in the eye
Phew! That was a close shave. Mission accomplished we started on our way home.
When she got home she felt a bit tired
and I discovered that a thin spot of skin on the front of her ankle had actually opened up during the course of the day and that she'd need emergency surgery.
Without anaesthetic
she was in terrible pain but upon surgeon's instructions with superglue (although I'm really not at all sure about that), acetone and special silicone adhesive,
it's all nicely now bandaged with sellotape and she'll be fine again in a day or two . . .
Chloé sends her a kiss from France
and will send a "Get well soon" card and flowers in the morning . . .