Daisy

Don't stop me now....

As I was walking down the road last night all prepared for organic spicey lentil
soup and a roaring fire I became aware of somebody or something watching me from
the corner of the road.

Innocently I stopped walking and pretended to look for something in my bag,
then, slowly I glanced behind me.

I opened my eyes wide in horror, because what greeted me was more horrific than
I could have ever imagined. Standing in the front garden of an innocent family
home was a giant evil Father Christmas. He looked like the bastard child of Alf
Stewart and a wind-sock and was definitely staring at me in a menacing way.

I hurried on. It was more important than ever now to make it home to paint my
toe nails and grade the mad ramblings of bottom set year nine. I turned the
corner into my road and stopped dead in my tracks, for there he was again - this
white bearded Alf Stewart, and he was not alone, for with him in the garden of
this once peaceful thatched cottage was a snowman.

An evil Snowman.

I'm not sure what these creatures are after, or indeed where they are from, but
at least in my part of the world they seem to be everywhere. This morning I
counted about 5... hanging out by front gates, lingering by the garage and one
even had the audacity to be standing outside the newsagents.

I might have to give up smoking.

So, let me know if you see one... and don't approach them under any
circumstances... not until we know what their demands are.

15.12.04 10:47