On Jan 6th the kings ride in on their camels and bring presents to baby Jesus and good Spanish children. Bad children get coal. I must have been very good; look at the boat they brought me!
(Actually it’s the cruise ship, Ventura. I was the guide for an excursion). I tweeted about it, and my favourite comment came from my friend Nikki, “Those poor camels carrying that!”
I also got a parcel with no message containing this mug. I love it! It’s so perfect for me that I thought I must have ordered it myself and forgotten, but it’s actually from friends.
You have been warned.
Unfortunately the kings also brought me a lurgy. Luckily I’ve already sorted out most of the paperwork and the Dropbox problem, but posting will be sparse for a few days.
There’s a typo on that mug. The word ‘will’ sholdn’t be spelled ‘may’.
But I might not kill them. I might make them a killer instead. Or just make them incontinent and flatulent. I can think of at least one politician who’d be mortified if I made him poor. There are so many fascinating possibilities here!