Story telling

The new wood pile is disappearing at a rate of knots (ha ha), but the fireside is now THE place to tell the bedtime story. Our current Mr Gum book is disapperaring just as quickly and has me telling porky pies. The boys are semi convinced that my brother lives in Poland because he was banished there on turning into a goblin after giving one too many Chinese burns. They are sworn never to give one or the same fate will befall them. I had to tell them what they were though. They were horrified...

Full on day, fabulous evening, off to gobble me dinner, Shabber me whiskers.