Miss Boyle is reported to have spent most of yesterday afternoon chatting with her expat Canadian volunteers in the shed. Notbannedfan noticed that Miss Boyle appeared to be sad. It can't be money, she thought, subo has just sold her zillionth CD, she's been for her annual check at the docs and is in perfect health.
"Why are you sad, Susan?" she asked
"Och, I can't get my Olympic mittens and I'm fair scunnered" Miss Boyle is reported as saying.
hmmmmmmmmm conspired Mrs A-M and notbannedfan to each other.
Apparently, this morning, Miss Boyle was heard to scream from inside her quaint hoose and security rushed to her rescue. Miss Boyle was found in her wee kitchen dancing around in her slippers, polka dot nightdress and wearing, yes, you've guessed it, her Britains Got Talent tour jacket.
Always the joker, Miss Boyle pulled a beautiful pair of red Olympic mittens from the pocket of her jacket and burst into her trademark
"I dreamed a dream, my hands were warm
I hoped for mittens as I was lying in bed
I even thought to buy a farm
To shear the sheep and dye their wool red"
"I'm gobsmacked" she said, "it's pure dead brilliant, so it is".
Mrs A-M apparently burst into tears and admitted that she had knitted the mittens overnight. They hugged and Mrs A-M rushed to put on her trousers that she had forgotten in the confusion of the moment but not before the Daily Poop photographer had secretly snapped a few pics.
