Worry about an angel

Yesterday we had a kind of competition. We all had five pounds and the name of the game was to find the most naff trinket from the stuff assembled at Collectormania. I was pretty sure I was in with a good chance with my talking Mr. T keychain and talking Smegal. But number one daughter comprehensively thrashed our efforts with the twin power of her smelly "Pup Pourri" and "Worry Angel". What's more, she rubbed our noses in it by also being able to afford some chocolate stick things. But they tasted quite nice apparently, and so were not in the running.


And here is the worry angel message, for you all to enjoy.



I want fifty. Industrial strength ones.