Thursday 3 January 2008

Letters to Santa


A vile Christmas bath


This ballistic turned the water a dirty green with a couple of foamy letters, and smelled sickly sweet with a hint of ginger to my nostrils. Well, I couldn't wait to get out of the bath. And when I did, I stared in horror at the stained bath tub. It's never been the same white since.

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