Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Colin Caterpillar is still in the fridge.
Younger daughter came to visit yesterday and stayed overnight, which was lovely as it gave us a chance to catch up on news and gave Paddy a chance to show off and demonstrate how badly behaved he can still be on the lead! After she had set off on her homeward journey at lunch time, I noticed a strange packet in the fridge, so I took it out and, lo and behold, it was a packet of marshmallow-type, caterpillar-shaped sweets and the name on the packet told me that these little creatures were commonly known as 'Colin' and contain no artificial colours or flavouring.
(Wot???)
No, I didn't ask. I just sent her a text message to tell her that Colin Caterpillar is still in the fridge.
No reply yet though...
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