Margaret's Christmas

My Christmas was a quiet one. Father decided to dress as an earthworm and spent some of the day crawling around the parquet flooring and the rest trying to make a plastercast mould of a trilobite. Mother burnt the Bernard Matthews turkey breast joint and decided to spend the rest of the day with her fancyman, so it was just me and Father left in the house. I cheered myself up by watching all of the John Nettles clips on YouTube. Life can be very strange at times, sometimes I hanker after a life with Mr A, who was rather exciting as well as being more than a little perverted.