Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Christmas emotions

You're gently perusing the cupboard hoping for a biscuit. Perhaps a half-eaten bag of crisps. It's forty minutes until dinner and there's no way you can make it. Then you happen upon 
A Christmas mirage. 
A Christmas miracle, 
A Christmas Miragicle:

A forgotten box of spies!

But then you get all middle aged and PC and you find this:

Briefly you wrestle with the dilemma until you remember your new apron:

It's time like these when you realise you still live on the edge.

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