The little guy on the right is the marzipan and icing fox that Fliss had them put on my 30th birthday cake last July.
Since the feasting of the cake, the fox has taken residence upon an empty bottle on the kitchen worktop. Why an empty bottle? Well, against my take on things, Fliss said that a good way to keep his limbs, body and head together was to stick a cocktail stick up through his… erm… lower part all the way to his head. So he needs to sit on the bottle because of the stick thing jutting out (and hence the facial expression, no doubt). Don’t try that at home.
It has actually worked, except that his ears have sort of crumbled away over the last ten months. He’s still kinda cute, though… and sorta funny looking too =o)
But why is he here now?
For want of a better reason, the camera in my new phone was begging to be used for something – even if it was pointless!
