Goosey hates this time of year. He gets exceedingly nervous when he hears people singing ‘Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat’. First of all he feels it is not politically correct to refer to his increasing girth … ? Fatism? And secondly he is convinced he is on someone’s Hit List.
I’ve done my best to reassure him but have caught him on my laptop attempting to begin an online petition to get the words changed . He has difficulty hitting the keys accurately with his beak. There have been angry cusses and splutterings from the dining room as he tries to think of another word for duck.He snorted when I said perhaps chicken would be easier to type without offending anyone and he pointed out prissily chicken wouldn’t scan.
Nut roast anyone?