Chicken chocolaterie

Teddy has just eaten a whole chocolate chicken, buttons and all, and now really wishes he hadn't.

It's what happens when you spend a whole day back at the desk catching up on the reading, only to discover that very little was as important as the very important people what wrote and sent it believed it was.

To be fair, some of it was interesting. Just not six hours worth. Even with nice coffee. Nor chickens.

Very slightly icky Teddy.