Now The Fat Lady Really Has Sung.

Having been taken to task a couple of days ago for saying too early that The Fat Lady had sung, now she really has.
It's Twelfth Night tonight, though there are people who think it's tomorrow and, there are even those who believe that the decorations should not be removed until Candlemass on the second of February. (Honestly, I checked up two days ago.) If you really wish to go to extremes, (news)papers, such as The Sun, will run stories on slow news days of someone who celebrates Christmas every day of the year: decorations, presents, cards, roast turkey - the lot.

This worried looking chap has now had his worst fears realised, he's been bundled up in a black bin bag and stuck back in the loft until next Christmas; this year he didn't even get the chance to wag his tail and go "Woof, Woof," his batteries were flat and no-one could be bothered to replace them.

We at TD Towers are a callous bunch of Philistines.