About a week before we left Brighton, my fella put his blood, sweat and tears into winning a giant novelty shark for me at the fair.
(He’s also requested I leave out the whole “getting-completely emasculated by losing to a 9 year old six times first” part)
Since that day, Dr. Sharkenstein has been a prominent feature of my bedroom- mainly because he’s too big to sit anywhere but right in the centre of the bed – and it’s become almost comforting to fall asleep with the grimacing eyes of a giant, red shark, staring at me.
Today I witnessed a cold-blooded massacre. A merciless display of violence.
Thank you for respecting my privacy at this difficult, difficult time. We’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.