Bah Humbums!

I think the errant North Pole elves had mistakenly thrown the scraps from the kitchen into the waste wrapping paper bin. Like a Yuletide pudding stone the scraps of food, paper and sticky tape coalesced into a pass-the-parcel type mass which somehow found its way onto Santa’s sleigh (probably a member of the ‘Elf Union making a statement).

As there is no chimney in the flat I assume the present was thrown in frustration by Santa through the pre-REM closed window in the small hours on his way to more deserving folk.

Suffice to say “the present” was found, claimed and excitedly unwrapped; the morsels of offal and peelings dusted off, mixed with baked beans, and heated thoroughly over a small Christmas cake candle which was fortuitously included in the “parcel”.

I had another burst of self-indulged baking-product-induced energy this morning.
The image for today’s blip isn’t a collection of dog owner’s misdemeanours I found on my walk in the park this morning. These are Chelsea “Bum’s” …… apparently.