Like an old man sat in the corner of a room enjoying his pipe on a Sunday afternoon I too get great comfort from from a pipe.
Not the smoking kind I hasten to add, but the ones that come from the middles of toilet rolls.
The cardboard pipes or tubes make for great chewing and for making a mess.
So I could not believe my eyes when mum produced a 1m long (3ft in old money) tube.
She says it came from the Christmas pixie mines and had something called wrapping paper on it. Santa and his little helpers use miles of wrapping paper to enclose gifts for Christmas, so the story goes.
What a challenge, a roll twice as big as me and all mine.
My mum kept an eye on me and I made sure I didn’t swallow any of the pieces but what fun ripping and tearing and bashing it around.
I am beginning to look forward to this Christmas thing….
