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[hathycol]

I could try and talk in a sensible and coherant tone about last night. About how lovely and Christmassy I feel, how great it was to be sat in an audience of students watching A Muppet's Christmas Carol and then all decided simultaneously that Derya was Scrooge. I could talk about failing my Spanish test.

But no, I don't think anything will top Ethel.

Ethel is a lobster.

Ethel is alive. (Or so I sincerely still hope.)

Ethel is in our fridge.

It made sense for Sarah to get Katie a lobster right up until the minute we picked her up.

She is hideous, it has to be said.



"Shit! How do we look after the buggar?"



"Cover it in saltwater soaked newspaper? If you say so. Can we tuck it in?"



"Aww." (Simon and I were the ones to tuck her in.)



"Where do we keep her? In the FRIDGE."



"With, y'know, the butter."

It's been a weird day.

~Hathy_Col~