12 Days of Nonsense

12 Days Of Nonsense

Christmas is growing near. No, it’s no good burying your head in the sand and screaming “PLEASE NO! IT’S ONLY NOVEMBER!”. For one thing, I can’t hear what you’re screaming if you bury your head in the sand, but assuming I manage to make out your muffled complaints, you need Continue Reading

Done and dusted.

Doubtless you consumed approximately your own body weight in turkey, twice that amount in mince pies and enough alcohol to flood the Serengetti.
Presents were plentiful, I trust? Socks which are already missing partners, books which you’ve no intention of reading and good, noisy toys for the kids which sadly have everlasting batteries.