28/08/2026
With all the rightfully deserved tributes coming in, I thought Id share this. This is our very own Dolly Parton (the chick, not our son. We're not writing a Johnny Cash song).
David grew up dancing to Dolly with his nan and he has a real soft spot for country, and so of course, our favourite hen had to be named after her.
Anyway, all this talk of Dolly made me have a dream about her last night. She came along to our open mic night with a group of young up-and-coming types, and before she graced our stage she confessed to me that she always took off her knickers before performing because they irritated her dance moves, and I gave her a colander to pop on her head to hold her bouffant a bit higher. Analyse that!!
Anyway, Dolly, hope you're flying high even if you can't make our open mic (not the chicken. She can't fly high anymore because she's an escape artist who eats my blueberries so we've clipped her wings. Houdini would have suited her better.)