Twenty-Four Days of Christmas: 18

On the Eighteenth of December my creation brought to me an inedible Christmas Pud with lashings of custard.

Although the inedibility seems quite questionable to that stray time fly. Still, waste not want not!

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bcparkison says:

Dec 18, 2019 at 12:33 am

the fly says it is good to eat.

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1. Tom says:
  
  Dec 20, 2019 at 7:44 pm
  
  The fly also has time to work it off, Beverly…
  
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Visionkeeper says:

Dec 18, 2019 at 10:56 am

Oh yum…Bring me a ‘flyggy’ pudding…There may not be a pudding if the cat goes after that fly! VK

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1. Tom says:
  
  Dec 20, 2019 at 7:45 pm
  
  That’s true, VK. And I think he’s noticed it too!
  
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Diane Henders says:

Dec 18, 2019 at 5:46 pm

Well, at least there’s custard! 🙂

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1. Tom says:
  
  Dec 20, 2019 at 7:45 pm
  
  Yes! Custard always saves the day, Diane!
  
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