…but it’s dirty!

One person did ask about “Bad Santa” but then two people asked to see me dressed as Bad Santa. Sigh.

…my fingers froze hard and my fertility was affected…

…I seem to recall the horror of River Island at one point, but thankfully I think I blanked out and woke up back in the street…

…vultures shopping for a kitchen in Garstang…

But what you, I and even the git across the road wastes in our little kitchens is but naught to the waste generated by the food industries in our cities.

It’s my site, so there.

Meanwhile, in other bean-related news, some particularly tenacious field beans are poking their snouts through over in the still-flooding soakaway.

I’m hoping Santa’s sack is bulging…

This is the horror that has stalked my every waking thought and slumbering dream for the last few days.

…fresh as a daisy and twice as pretty…

Blimey - what’s with all the questions?

…muck about building a snowman or three…

Fork my balls!

So I dragged my tired bones out of bed and sat in front of the telly with a brew whilst I slowly came to life.

…could I? No, exactly, I’m glad you agree…