To celebrate Ferretfingers's birthday we had the traditional 'birthday tea'; chocolate cake, trifle, Iceland eclairs, other petit fours, two sorts of pizza, crisps and ham'n'cheese sandwiches.
Fester added whole tomatoes to his
savoury selection.
At the first bite his tomato exploded juice and pips all
down the beard.
He swiped most of them down and off his beard.
Although he'd
deigned to wear a shirt he hadn't actually done it up.
"There's a tomato pip sliding down your gut" I observed.
"I'd be surprised if it was sliding up"
was the reply.
All together now ...
So like the homelife of our own dear Queen.
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