'But you can't,' said Gilby, pointing to the stuffed Labradors, and exclaiming very loudly and publically, 'These ones are all called DUREX!'
In other news, we have taken the plunge and planned a New Year's Eve party at home for the first time in a decade. For the first time post-children, in fact. They are going to be safely shipped off to grandparents for the night, ensuring that things are able to get well and truly out of hand.
We had great fun thinking about invitations and who would come, and in the end decided that we would make it for the villagers, allowing us to use the 'hilarious' slogan: A Local Party for Local People. We got Gertie to take a kind of campaign photograph on the doorstep, arms outstretched for a handshake; placards and rossettes on display.
Hearth-Father went off delivering, gleefully, and returned, still in role, announcing that, 'The invitations have been despatched!'
'What do you mean, the potatoes have been mashed?' Eddie asked.
'And that, I announced triumphantly, is why you can come back on New Year's Day.'
Happy new year everyone!