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Tomf, the Troll, rises from the river bed after a long, long, sleep.
He is feeling grumpy but only because he is hungry.
Off in search of chocolate, cake, liqourice, orange juice, tobacco and cough sweets he goes…
Oh, and bananas too, I nearly forgot the bananas…
Where grub is concerned he is not too particular…
Just in case you missed him, here is a close up…
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P.S. He does not look quite so grumpy, since we have been feeding him.
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And Jaffa cakes 👍
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Well, I listed ‘cake’ because I didn’t want to advertise, Barbs… 🙂
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Sounds like me when I used to wake up on Saturday morn with a rotten hangover.
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I know that feeling too. I don’t think Tomf would baulk at beer though he may be a bit of a handful in ‘his cups’. He’s quite boisterous even when sober…
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Me too. I don’t really need alcohol. Just being around drunk people gets me jolly of the vibes. One of the benefits of being empathic. All of the fun none of the drawbacks.
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I knew a number of girls at sixth form college who employed that particular partying technique…
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Smiling… Keep feeding Tomf . He looks like a good guy.
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Oh, he’s definitely a good guy, Bernadette…
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And Stuart’s slightly more ‘at an angle’ take…
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Thank you…
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Tomf had a bit of a sweet tooth, I think! 🙂
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Sugar rush… 🙂
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He is a troll, sort of hunched over with scruffy hair. I didn’t know sweets were the secret to troll control 🙂
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Neither did we, initially, D, but he seemed quite insistent…
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I like a troll that knows what he likes. He sort of sounds like my youngest son Kevin when he was a child (he’s in his forties now) he was always cranky in the morning until he ate his breakfeast and we all used to call him Frank the Crank, how he hated that. The funny thing is when he had his first child (a boy) they named him Kevin and we were talking on the phone one day and I asked him if they gave Kevin a middle name. He hesitated and then said; “Yes”.
“Well are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Frank”, was his answer.
“You mean Francis or Franko”?
“NO, just Frank”.
“Ohhh, Frank the Crank”, I said laughing.
“I knew you guys were going to say that”!!!!
Funny how some things come back to bite you in the arse. :o)
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Yes, I know all about being bitten… I’d promised Tomf some licqourice and then forgot to give him some so he decided I ought to go swimming with him in his river…
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LOL, I can just picture that.
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