Hail me old chums, wring yer withers and stand by the troika, Count Rockyonsky again. Heavens you lot have kept us amused with your odes, so Bookhound and I sent her off out for the afternoon because she kept interfering, and to be honest what does she know about this composing lark. We locked ourselves away for the choosing of the winners and what a tough cogitate that was, and thanks too for the Russian entry...
Вы для вашего входа мы огорченны вы не выиграло только понадеяться вы соединит прочитанные нас для.
Anyway, me and him have chewed it all over, had a few tantrums (him) and hissy fits (me) until we reached agreement, and here are the five lucky winners of a copy of War & Peace, which will be sent direct from Oxford University Press. We hear the copies are in the building so you won't have long to wait. Check it's really you here and send names and addresses to dovegreyreader at gmail dotcom, plus warn the postman to wear his back support.
14 Kate ( we are sending you very big hugs)
32 Curzon (nice succinct rhyme and meter old bean, well done)
44 Ruth (how could we resist the pleas of a 'feeling-old woman' whose eyesight's on the blink, we live with one of those after all)
61 Tom Kitten (Tom old mate, that was the longest entry, Tolstoy would have been proud of you)
68 Jenny (the gym bit really impressed us... plimsolls on and off you trot)
And as if I haven't put myself out enough already, she's given me another prize draw to sort while she's off gallivanting at the Village Show.
I'm sorry me old muckers, you'll just have to wait until tomorrow for that, I'm pooped even if it is more signed Susans.