I've partaken of a traditional British Christmas. The house still smells of roasting bird and there may be a stray roast potato still knocking about somewhere. I'm not sure I like brussels sprouts much though - perhaps they are an acquired taste (or maybe I shouldn't have mixed them with bananas).
There were a lot of sleepy bodies about after that feast. I took the opportunity to get up to a little mischief. Me and the angel had quite a nice chat.
Some old woman in a crown came on the TV and spoke in a posh voice then we played games. The others got annoyed when I beat them at blackjack.
All in all, a fabulous day.
What a journey... When Sophia told me I was going to the UK for my first trip abroad I was ecstatic. Perhaps I would get to meet the Queen... at the very least I'd get to try some Yorkshire pudding (does it come with banana custard I wonder?). I packed my little bag and got ready for a luxurious flight across the Atlantic. Some mix up must have occurred at monkey baggage handling at the airport because somehow I ended up freight. No nice cabin crew to tend to my every wish, not even so much as a dried up sandwich for yours truly. No, I was bumped around the cargo bay with parcels of socks and hand knitted Christmas jumpers. And let's not go into how cold it was... my brass monkey cousins know a thing or two, I can tell you.
Ah, this was more like it. After a refreshing banana milkshake and a packet of monkey nuts I was ready to start my adventures.