Meade's Ball
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Emotional times, of course, but this morning my 2 and a half year old came to me and held me, saying i love you Mr Todd, patting my sorry head. He started calling me the always hungry, inept-but-fiendish fox from Peter Rabbit yesterday, whilst also pulling out my chest hair to feed to spiders for them to use in their webbing, but i held him tight and blubbered. I may have done anyway, but by jingo i needed that embrace, even if it was only for me in verminous character.
