My regular reader may remember that Daisy as a small puppy 2 years ago (before she discovered her one and only intermittently working brain cell, the one which restricts her desire to chew to nutritional food only) assassinated Father Christmas. Anyone for Hormones? It was neither a quick nor a clean kill, but in all fairness she did express regret and stood gazing mournfully at the overly large
coff bin for a full couple of seconds when his remains were disposed of.
I am delighted to announce that Father Christmas, having learned of the recent successful resurrection and reintroduction of Squeaky Duck, has generously undertaken the same treatment, is in one piece and once again “chez nous”.
Firm friends (for the time being)
FC has read, understood and signed the Elf and Safety assessment that states that his right to life and limb cannot be guaranteed and that management does not accept any responsibility (for anything).
🙂 🙂 🙂