I have moved. I am now lying in a different position.
Lynettea says she is happy for me to receive a gift from Santa, but she only wants me to give her a cuddle. If I want to. She has told Santa not to bring her anything. She says she definitely doesn’t want anything or to spend time trying to get rid of unwanted gifts.
The house is full, she says. It is a tiny space and already full.
I might also be on notice not to receive more gifts, as Lynettea is afraid of falling over my swarms of equipment.
‘A good clear space is what we need, Sasha,’ she says.
I don’t like the sound of that.
