The minor godlet is expected back tomorrow, so tonight we must sort out his christmas gifts from the collection Mercury has been delivering to us lately following our exploits on the internet, and put them under secure cover.
One might have hoped that by now christmas parcels could safely be left un-poked, rattled and subject to forensic examination, but alas that stage seems not to have been reached just yet.
Oh for the days when a positive nursery full of minor godlets could happily play for hours on one fluffy cloudlet, while a mount olympian pile of gifts could be stacked on another, and never the twain would meet.
It seems like only yesterday...
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