Yesterday afternoon my neighbour invited me to have a look in her letterbox.
On the (umm…?) 29th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me….
One greeeeeen frooog….
Geez, I don’t know about the frog, but it would have made me jump when I bowled out to check the mail.
(Reckon he might be thinking “Just close the bloody door and leave me alone, ok”)
He’s been there for a week or so now. Not always during the day, apparently, but late afternoon, he’ll be back there, in his penthouse suite.
Somehow, I don’t think it’s quite what they were expecting in their letterbox in the lead up to Christmas!