It is the '60s. I saw it now: a line of girls, waiting by the ice cream van to get their latest fill of Zoom, Orbit and most importantly, Fab. This word 'Fab' definitely rings a bell for me - Lady Penelope and her manservant Parker starred in those adverts I saw on the telly, and now I feel left out, all because I had grown up from those days. I stare at a photo of me as a young girl, with Lady Penelope and Parker by my side. I bet they have grown older by now, but to me, they're still young, and I'm still young too, just like those times...
It all started in babyhood, when Lady Penelope would nurture me with a simple routine that's perfect for bedtime. And still is. Lady Penelope would fill a small bathtub with warm water, fill it with bubbly bath foam and place me into the tub, scrubbing me carefully with a fresh, clean washcloth. A little rubber duck will be placed in the bath for me to play with, and when I splashed about, Lady Penelope giggled. Sometimes, she tickled me. She still did it when she dried me - oh, how nice it feels to have Penelope tickle my tummy again. I can still hear her coo "Coochie coochie coo!" as she tickled me. She would then settle me into bed and kiss me goodnight, then get in beside me to protect me, as she whispered "Goodnight, sleepyhead. I love you." and switched off the light, and soon we would fall into a peaceful, deep slumber.
The warm, contented feeling of being loved continued into childhood, where Lady Penelope would play the piano for me whilst I sat in my favourite chair, listening contently. In my hand was a warm mug of cocoa, filled with cream and marshmallows - always a treat in the mansion I grew up in. I would close my eyes and imagine myself on stage, dancing like a graceful ballerina, while swans flew all around me, and Lady Penelope played the piano in the background. On rainy nights, I imagined the thundering of raindrops against the window to be the cheers and applause of an audience watching, as Lady Penelope and I took a bow. Even Parker was in the audience, throwing roses and calling out: "Well done, milady!"
Suddenly, I would feel tired and my fantasies would wear off. Lady Penelope would take me in her arms and carry me all the way to bed, gently tucking me under the covers and giving me a kiss goodnight, all while settling in beside me and switching off the light for a peaceful night’s sleep. However, this was in childhood. Here I am now, asleep in a bed in a house of my own, with dreams of my own, waiting for the time when Lady Penelope would come back to me, and we would continue living a wonderfully happy life together.
You fantasised about living with Lady Penelope in the '60s, right?
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