Leaning tower of fudge

Felt unaccountably a bit low today. So made fudge. Seemed to do the trick.

My big ranting mouth has got me into trouble again. I wrote a letter to our local paper and now they're going to do a proper article quoting me. Eek. So, come Friday, I will be a local pariah, I will be the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, I will probably be chased by a pack of hounds to the village green and pelted with rotten tomatoes.

Or maybe no-one will read it. I wonder if my local newsagent will suspect anything if I'm waiting outside the door when he opens on Friday and buy all his copies of the paper...