Monday, 18 December 2006
I returned from my pilgrimage to the shrine of Josephine Butler just in time to prevent the feckless apprentice from chopping the two bucket-wielding halves of the broomstick into even smaller pieces and thus adding to the general sogginess of the burrow. The wretched trovato will spend today mopping up, cleaning and polishing, under strict orders to produce some better stories in future. Meanwhile, this anecdotal slot is open to you lot. Burrow rules: no smut, no knickers!