Wouldn't it be great to whip necks?
Poppy grabbed the sofa pugilist baton today at Granny & Granddad's place today...that's the sausage cushion to you and me, and ended up in a whiling dervish stylee attack on Ailsa, Grandad, Sara and me... spinning and splatting as she went, with a manic grin on her face... announcing gleefully this cracker... I do fear for my life, when I sleep....
PS...Mummy does not like this image...
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