Okay so we have a huge vintage taxidermy fox now (I wish I could say ‘long story’ but this is Glastonbury and this kind of thing Just Happens) and he’s been moved into the kitchen temporarily whilst we tidy up the house and like, that would be fine if I didn’t keep forgetting and having a lowkey heart attack every time I walk into the kitchen and see a fucking FOX on my kitchen sideboard.
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