Box

A feature of our house this year has been the two - then one - boxes of toilet paper that occupied a corner of the upstairs landing. Well, last night A emptied the last one in readiness for the next order that is due soon. Not that we're close to running out, as there's this decorative stack of 12 in the bathroom and another 12 in the downstairs loo! Whilst Django no longer has an awkward place to retrieve his chips (or Piggy), Kermit has exploited the empty box [See extra] as a "safe place" - from what, you might well ask!