Oooh! She's looking lovely! You must have enjoyed a girly night too, though I expect she ate the cucumber.
Has Octo arrived yet? She insisted on being taken down to the beach and swimming her way to the coastal resort nearest to Sassy - felt the need for a refreshing New Year's Eve dip, I think. She was going to hitch a lift from the beach to your door.
(Before anyone accuses me of being neglectful, she
a) is nearly a year old - that's 57 in octopus years
b) stone cold sober
c) a psychic cephalopod who Knows What She Is Doing
d) read her cards before she left, and apparently there's a particular Eddie Stobart driver who will be passing just as she hauls herself from the briny and starts waving her tentacles on the roundabout. Strictly speaking, they are forbidden to pick up hitchhikers, but that only applies to human ones. They don't leave ladies in distress either - even cephalopods, so she is confident of a safe arrival.
I gave her a tin of sardines and a bottle of raspberry gin for her lunch, but she will be ready for something nice for her tea when she arrives.