Tinsel Tots

Okay, so now I have to be really nice to my very practical uva 'alf cos I've broken the hoover.

I was hoovering the stairs ultra efficiently, (which doesn't happen often so they really needed a dose of my attention), when the friggin' thing went bumpity- bump- bump- bump and nearly sent me flying.

Now we have 4 bits and no hoover.

Oh Shit.

And we had a barney last night.

I'd better apologise for my part in the barney hadn't I, or face tiny bits of tinsel that must have been rabbits in a former life, until next christmas.

Not that I wish to imply that I am the only person in this house that does any hoovering but I do seem to be the only one that finds the never ending supply of tinsel tots.