Tuesday, 24 January 2006

The Passing

Yesterday was apparently the most depressing day of the year, according to some random research. The formula looks dubious, but it was the day (Pinchy - for want of a proper name) the lobster died. Dad remarked in the car this morning sadly about how the poor lobster survived goodness knows what to make it to our doorstep but hardly lasted a day.

Yes, I come from quite a soft-hearted family. And I love them to bits for it.

Aw! Sorry to hear it. Plucky little fella.

Thanks Tym!

Important things:

Did it taste good?

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