I was planning to open a communications channel with someone around Christmas.

Well it seems someone has been just as eager to get in touch with me.

Hands up everyone who would NOT be worried (or have been worried in the past) about their mother telling anyone who will listen all sorts of embarrassing things about them.

I’m not surprised by the lack of hands held high.

Not at all surprised.

This post is part of my “Fill the Gill Heavens Gap” series. Gill is currently vacationing in a derelict badger sett and subsisting on a diet of cheese and onion crisps and protesting (too much methinks) that this diet is not inducing flatulence. Normal service will be resumed over at Off the Edge Gardening when the gin supplies run out.