Thursday, March 25, 2010


Father Christmas came to my house last night and delivered a stack of cones. Not the funky-skunky type mind but useful for polo nonetheless. I wonder who it was who was up so late and delivered so quietly right outside my bedroom window...

And who is Scrimmer?


Dan said...

Guess I should have looked through the pile first!
Going by the tat comment it was left around my 18th or 21st. Pretty sure it was one of the girls, and left on the top of my car, but I have no idea who Scrimmer is.

Fix Without Dix said...

Pretty killer present though. I'm hoping to be better by Sunday, but I'm not holding my breath.