“How was your walk today?”
“Rick attacked a man up a tree. Grabbed his trousers and barked at him.”
|Hey Santa, you're barking up the wrong tree!|
Paul climbed up into the attic yesterday morning with Kat to dig out the Christmas decorations. “Isn’t that the board you left behind in France?” she asked, pointing to a chess board leaning against the wall in front of the loft ladder.
“Don’t tell Mum!”
(We spent good money on an expensive new chess board recently to replace the one we thought had been left in France after Paul had thoroughly searched the attic. We now have two chess boards.)