It’s very late, tomorrow I head down to darkest Yorkshire for Christmas. Finally all packed up, did take a break to find out about Grindelwald’s crimes, he’s a bit of a wrong’un, ain’t he? I would love to have a niffler, rather reminds me of a platypus, methinks – without all the coarse language (I do know a platypus, swears like a trooper, so he does).
Anyhoo, just thought I’d show you this year’s cake. Oh, and if you’re concerned about the penguin, don’t be. He’s not having bad thoughts, he just does it to freak people out.
Toodle pip! Merry Crimble!