...by the cat. Who occasionally extends a gentle paw on to my tapdancing fingers to remind me that it is, in fact, almost tea time.
George's birthday approaches. I have been instructed that he will only be receiving cars for his birthday, because Father Christmas is the one who brings trains. Apparently Santa knows about Thomas (the Overpriced) Tank Engine, but not about Hot Wheels.
'Burfdays' so close to Christmas are soooooo inconvenient. Whoever scheduled George's arrival on this earth should be taken to task.
Monday, 15 October 2007
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