Some weeks ago I told you about my pet unicorn whom I adopted at the November meeting of the WI.
He is a unicorn of style and I always knew that he would be a bit of a show-off. Right from the start he made it clear that he wouldn't be content living with me in a simple bungalow. He needed a public arena in which to prance around.
And now he has found just the place. He's settled himself on a Christmas tree in a festival at Caistor Parish Church. As is fitting, he has flashing lights and is surrounded by hearts sent by fans to tell him how wonderful he is, and pots of tea made by his admirers.
Pity he's only made of wood.