willshAll I did was try and pop a few things in the wardrobe… now this Lion is trying to tell me he’s Jesus or something.
Day 2. Met some haughty lass in a massive white sleigh, who was rabbiting on about a box she had which was stuffed with endless Turkish Delight.
She wisnae impressed when I pointed out everyone’s family tin of Quality Street ends up like that because nobody likes it.
Don’t accept crap sweets from frosty looking strangers, kids.
