Happy Halloween!

Not that we really do Halloween in this house. Sure, I stand at the front door and ward off small kids and teenagers by throwing sweets in their general direction, but we didn't ever let the girls go Trick or Treating. Because we're mean like that. But we did do apple bobbing occasionally. Fun!

So maybe this post should instead be titled :-

Halloween ..... and the Revenge of the Small Monkee


It was a day like any other. 007 was just sitting around the place, minding his own business, not realising that he was being spied on by HP6 (in my competition I inadvertently called that pink monkee HP6, but that's HP5. Heck, I've lost track where I am with these pesky monkees!)

..... you probably weren't, but just in case you were wondering, 007 was contemplating this sight ....

..... no, not the incredibly grubby glass ..... the Wood Pigeons!

Anyway. It struck HP6 as a good opportunity to pay 007 back for all the bad deeds he'd done to the stunt monkees over the last few weeks .....

Note the rather large pumpkin. Note the monkee with a chip on his shoulder. Note the perilously close to the edge position of said pumpkin.

Push!

..... note the unsuspecting monkee on the floor

What the ..... ?

Oh-oh .....

Arrrggghhhhh!!

Splut!

Note the squished monkee

..... mmmmfffffhhhhhh .....

What 007 was trying to convey there was " Don't worry about me, Monkee lovers, I'm fine ..... no really ....."

No lasting effect what-so-ever

So, if you happen to become the owner of a stunt monkee, watch your back. They may be small but don't let that fool you ..... they're trained in the art of self defence and pack a very woolly punch.

Talking of which, so that you won't have to keep checking back here and boosting my stats ..... heaven forbid! ..... I'm going to announce the winners of my giveaway and post a link to my shop at 4 o'clock this afternoon. That should give me time to add to the three pictures that are currently uploaded!

And by the way ..... does anyone know where I can buy a job-lot of knitted monkeys to palm off as my own because I don't think I have enough. Oops.