Fat goose day.
Well, here it is again. I tracked Santa's approach using NORAD's satellites this time, but he had a decoy. Or perhaps the satellite took too long to send the data. Whatever it was, I missed him. He was in and out while I thought he was still in Southampton.
Senga was no help. She might be deaf but she's certainly not mute. I gave her some Trappist beer to keep her quiet. There's a reason those monks don't speak and it has nothing to do with vows.
Now she's become incoherent and amorous. It's not an attractive combination.
