So, I had the most fantastic idea as I was going to bed last night. However, so as to minimise the disruption to Karen’s sleep, I had to hope that I wouldn’t forget it by this morning.
And I didn’t. So in the last few minutes, I have lovingly crafted the Uborka Advent Calendar. Should be obvious how it works.
December 1, 2004
The Uborka Advent Calendar
But, but, but, but – there’s no chocolate…!
Maybe I’ll get round to including some at some point.
Duck!
Peaking.
I don’t think Pete’s peaking yet, Adrain? There’s still 22 to go..
And don’t they keep The Mallard in a train museum in York, or something?
Poo Street?
Indeed. It was one of those chortlicious moments in Liverpool Street Station when I suddenly realised that serendipity was smiling down upon me.
Or pooing on my head, depending upon how you choose to look at it.