Is this why she lets the woolly wankers in the house, because it makes a good story
An Alpaca Christmas Story
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The
Hinch #ad stockings were hung by the
chimney brick schlips with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds (Hen on his Emma mattress #ad);
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her
Am@-Zon hairband, and
Inch in his cap,
Had just settled their
brains brain cell for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash
spray #ad,
Tore open the shutters
#gifted and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
tend #gifted snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to their wondering eyes did appear.....
Rodney, Ray and Raymond were running astray!
Mummaz threw on her lounge wear #ad and - thanks to her five size footz - was downstairs in a jiffy.
Book 3: Sick day. Was it the raw chicken or the alpacas running amock in the kitchen?
A poxy 40 year old wire fence? Either of those boys could just put their foot through and be over the top of it in the time she's snogging the camels.
ty task on the Apprentice at the start. If youāve watched it, you know when the really arrogant tits on it, whoāve been surrounded by enablers all their lives, convincing them theyāre great so much they actually believe it; have to do something that involves creating a concept or product for the childrenās market. 
