Well this might be the worst yet! You'll honestly have to see it to believe it.
The pesky elves somehow find their way into our home in and around the 1st of December every year. It is some kinf of witchcraft or elf magic. I've even had 
It's honestly like an infestation and once they're in, there's no getting rid of them until the day after Christmas day, which we call St. Stephen's day here in Ireland. Thank the lord that's only two days away now.
The last few days have been particularly hard too, as we've all been spending lots of time in bed on the mend, as a nasty dose of flu made it into our home and we're trying our very hardest to shift it for Christmas day. We're feeling a bit better, bug the traditional Christmas Eve at Granny anx Granddad's looks very unlikely now, which we're all gutted about, especially because it hasn't been possible in recent years because of Covid-19, so everyone was really looking forward to this year.
No, you didn't misread that title and no your eyes are not playing tricks on you. What you are looking at is vile stinky nauseous elf poo!! Well the smell would knock a horse stone dead.
It's a good job they're going back to the North Pole tonight, I'm not sure if I could put up with much more!
Here's just a sample of what the little scoundrels got up to this year...
Well happy Christmas eve to you all wherever you find yourself. Have a great day with family/friends/dogs/yourself. Just remember to be kind to yourself.
These photos are all my own
