Shaun the sheep is hardly heard of in Singapore. It was Croaky who told me about Shaun the sheep – apparently he has watched the series many years ago when it was aired in the 1980s. He (Shaun) is the black sheep who is mischievous by nature and often got into trouble because he likes to wander off from his herd.
Recently I have come across one Bandai machine at Harbour Front which carries its figurines – I am overjoyed!

And so far I have only managed to collect 3 out of the 6 figurines despite having turn the machine for 8 times. I got 4 Bitzers, 2 Shirleys and 2 Shauns (standing).

I am still waiting for Timmy and Timmy’s mother to appear one day…

And Shaun the sheep (on fours) someday to appear.

Croaky has placed an online order for a complete set of 3 inch Shaun the sheep figurines for my birthday! Can’t wait to open the parcel to receive them all.

In any case, I will keep turning the Bandai machine. Bless me!

If she has been a full-time housewife, she would be very happy experimenting in her kitchen, attending cookery classes and be a great jack-of-all-trades (but master-of-none) chef. She may have time to set aside a religious regime of doing daily aerobics and going for tri-weekly swim. There will be time for her to enjoy the birds, the trees and the morning sun.

She can doodle on her art canvas, shop for handicraft supplies and attend French lessions. She can have all the time in the world to watch repeats of her favourite SCV dramas in the afternoon and catch up with her huge library of books. Then, she will start practising taichi and immerse herself with meditation or take up mahjong or start some small business (work from home no doubt).

Then she shall waste her time thinking of whether to splurge on La Mer cream or fret when her SK II facial treatment essence is running low. She shall lose count of the number of hand-bags she owns and catalogue each one with a photograph and a small description – all filed in a neat folder for her own reference during her afternoon tea-time, with her terrier on her lap.

Maybe she will hire a personal assistant to run her errands, because keeping track of the soy sauces and sashimi in her kitchen becomes too mundane a chore.

She shall start browsing car forums in between her weekly manicures to make a decision on her next little mobile in which she shall purchase to ferry her to her daily shopping destinations. A chauffeur to take care of her car as well, as she is too prone to scratching her bumper in the most unexpected corners of Paragon, Takashimaya and Bugis Junction.

A little garden with a greenhouse is a must. Because she needs space to cultivate species of rare orchid, lavender and tulips flown in from everywhere. And who needs to tend to the soil when she has a gardener who is a trained botanist with years of experience performing miracles to make flowers bloom.

Where is this little woman with such bimbotic dreams and desires to live off her man? Hasn’t it been a curse her fore-sisters who have fought so hard for equality and independence that it has made such a dream stay as such. That’s why they say dream on.

Thankfully, life rarely promises such good-for-nothing behaviour. If she wanted a garden, why not tend to it herself? To employ a garderner for your favourite garden is like asking a glutton to engage a food taster. What else does life hold for her now with nothing to do?

So you see, there are dreams and there are dreams. Some good, others purely nightmares. Thank goodness we can dream. Otherwise, we know not what a bimbo we may soon become. Oh and I forgot. She had a writer engaged to pen you the above dream. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Recently I discovered a series of cartoons on Shaun the Sheep.

Wikipedia says: Shaun the Sheep has an inquisitive, mischievous nature which distinguishes him from the other sheep, and leads him into tricky situations from which he usually recovers. He is popular, and is a natural leader. He is also a moral character who will try to “make things right”.

Shaun seems like a popular name in Britain.