I'm laughing at the fact some of youse have only just cottoned on, to where the wee elf lives and so forth. All these pictures I've done with his actual safe place in, did you think they were some random block of flats?!
His security has been compromised the day hens. There'll be baubles launched everywhere in temper, so aye.
Now, I'm actually affronted and shaking like a Marion at this burnt roll business. What baker come up with the idea of dousing a roll in petrol and launching a match at it. I cannae get my flat heed around it. A roll should be soft, pale with a dusting of flour oan it. I've had fucking tantrums when Mr best has brought some home more on the golden side than I'd like. There'll be nae debates oan my post aboot this, absofuckinglutely nae debates and so forth. Am away to eat a pale crumpet. Aye.