…throwing himself onto the footstool, which carries him to the sofa where he screeches to a halt before he ends up doing a Garfield on the window, barking like crazy, whining and whimpering…
So when I got a knock on the door and handed a package addressed to me, I was somewhat taken aback. I hadn’t ordered anything and Bear hadn’t said anything about expecting a package.
We ordered in Chinese for dinner last night for him, as it’s his favourite and Bear played Monopoly with them until the boy child said he was just too tired to continue.
Walhalla brewery in Amsterdam struck gold with Wuldor, made with British malts and named after the Old Norse God of archers, Ullr, son of Thor… apparently. They have a whole series named after Gods and Daemons that I’m going to have to work my way through. 🙂