Bluebird.

Since the beginning of time (as far as Jnr is concerned) we have always had a Kinder egg each in our Christmas stockings. The Old Lady had a little sailing boat on her window ledge until she downsized and  moved into The Lodge, I wonder who had that. This year, since we went out on the day itself, we decided to keep them until the New Year; Jnr cheated and opened his in secret in his bedroom and we didn't see its contents, Mrs TD opened hers early and had a rubbish toy (serves her right) while I had this little James Bond type car (it opens up to reveal a private jet in British racing green).

Could mortal man ask for anything more?


I’ve just posted yesterday’s, “Refined.”