Fungus pudding with iced sprinkles

Cabin fever had set in by 12 o'clock although I have managed to do all my cards - I think. A miserable grey day with below freezing temperatures is not my cup of tea. I had to bite the bullet and ventured forth for a whiff of very fresh air. I was astonished to see the fungi still there preserved in the dusting of snow. Some have been overturned and this one looked so like a Christmas pudding that I had to blip it. Back to internet shopping now as the lists are coming thick and fast. Why don't they write to Father Christmas instead of to me?

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