Hobby Horse a-hiding

Before my family set off for Church Camp, a.k.a. Connect, we had the usual exhausting flurry of gathering oodles of fancy dress.

Oodles and oodles. Seriously loads and loads and even more loads.

Elbows wanted the Hobby Horse for the panto. We looked everywhere for it.

As I sat down at the end of this evening, I saw it staring at me in the lounge. I’ve absolutely no idea why it was there. Oops.

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