The problem of using your understairs cupboard, pantry or even cellar or any other such domestic storage space to keen one’s solar-powered electric reindeer in, is a problem no doubt familiar to all regular perusers of this organ. Therefore I will not need to reacquaint those of you still paying attention with the many rather clever ways that people have utilised to overcome this particular burden and to keep their electric reindeer storage facilities up to date with the - admittedly, rather burdensome – current EU regulations on the matter.
This of course means that we must now discuss pancakes, and the way you insist on wearing them as kneepads when in the near vicinity of any local council employees you consider not quite of the first water. Still I suppose it does no real harm, except to make the aforesaid local council employees rather suspicious of your whisk.
Now let us go you and I, now that we have both a splendid brace of kippers, out into the dawn’s early light to face the wide-open expanse of our early morning deserted car parks together. I will wear the flippers, as I promised, if you promise too, to show me your tax returns in all their naked glory.
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