The number of small unnecessary plastic objects in my house has increased exponentially since Santa visited. We have lego, toy cars, dolls and every other conceivable piece of tat. They cover every inch of floor space. They tunble out of every cupboard. Spiky objects lie with malicious intent under the duvet.
And on the stairs, in the darkness this morning, a little blue truck lay on the 7th stair from the bottom. It lay there with intent. With evil thoughts. With intent. It lay waiting for my foot to find it.
When I fell I'm sure I'm sure I heard it laughing softly. I on the other hand was squealing like a stuffed pig.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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