A month ago Abel, while watching Grand National, backed the winning horse – just because its name was Silver Birch. He immediately decided that the winnings gained thanks to being kinky have to be disposed of in a kinky fashion, and invested the whole lot into new implements.
He didn’t tell me what he was buying. He just smirked. And snorted. And cackled. And told me to wait and see.
Well, as my luck would have it, the implements have arrived now that he’s away for a couple of weeks, so now I have to wait even longer.
Good job the mysterious elongated package has a customs form stuck on it. This should tell me exactly what it is. It says… Hang on, it says…
“Six wooden sculptures.”
Right. That was helpful…
Hahahahahahah!
I know what they are! I know what they are! I suspect that Abel and I share an implement buyer – who uses the same declarations on all his customs forms…..
NB: In addition to ‘wooden scupltures’ my exciting parcel also contained ‘Film props’
Sculptures?? Film props?? Superb!
I’d just go ahead and open it… Sighs… No more new toys for me…