Isn't Christmas lovely once you get into the swing of it? Doesn't it make you all feel all calm and sentimental and salted-caramel soft? Mmmm.
Here's the proof:
You see, I
am nice. I didn't toast the little blighter after he killed the modem and intruder alarm. I didn't send in the boys when he gobbled up all the poppadoms and antique table cloths. I even forgave him the sleepless nights caused by his rabid badger-like floorboard gnawing. Oh yes ...
But he'd better not come back or Heston Blumenthal's coming round for tea. And he'll be hungry make no mistake!
Happy holidays everyone!