Poor plain Sophie(definitely no middle name)Blunderland roused herself during the early hours and made her way downstairs to the awaiting mua's and hair sylists.She had abided by the rules and they were waiting for her in the rotting,damp pergoala,how she wished she had worn her snuggly grey lounge set with the high collar from the little shop down the road,but alas she was still in her leopard print set,vest top and sticky trousers.
As she sat on the soggy cushions her team worked their magic.There you go Soph,bit of slap and a hair wash,good to go.
Plain Sophie wanted to stay incognito for her special day out and dressed all in black with a mysterious hat,her second born wore the brightest red with his name emblazoned across his little body and her bitch did good and dressed down as per,determined to attract attention to the group.
Plain Soph had had the foresight to poke and prod the second son throughout the night and ma took control in the rear of the vehicle ensuring that he didn't rest,thus on arrival,he shut his weary eyes and snuggled into his tiny pram.
Plain Sophie was able to enjoy everything,she especially loved the reindeers.They had been so lucky to have been rescued from a sanctuary and put to work at a great commercial enterprise to be poked and prodded and made to endure the screeching voices of hinch and the like.
Having taken his child to see Father Christmas,inch gathered Ron in his arms and told plain Soph she had to leave,for it was a long journey before them,the stop over at ma's would add hours on their journey......