Apologies to those who were upset at what happened when the Posada was handed over yesterday evening.
The ritual every year since time immemorial (2017) is that the Posada - a set of figures carved from coconut shells in the Aztec tradition - is passed from each resident Beaker Family to the next, at 8pm on the nights in Advent.
Last night, it seems that Hargnett had been at the Pina Colada in expectation of receiving the Posada. But became confused and assumed he had to treat it like a Piñata.
The sight of an overwrought bloke attacking statues of saints with a large stick hasn't been seen since Cromwell's men arrived to suppress idolatry. And a lot of children were very upset.
Unfortunately, due to Brexit it seems it's not as easy as it was to get Aztec coconut carvers at short notice. So the Beaker Knitting Circle are currently purling as fast as they can to get a new Posada ready for tonight's handover. When someone other than Hargnett (who's currently locked in the Doily Shed charged with heresy and iconoclasm) will be handing it over to Ragnalf and her family.
Ah, the peaceful Advent days! When we meditate on the things to come. And cut our bare feet on pieces of shattered coconut that formerly represented holy people.
Please note supper will be limited tonight as we've found Jacob Rees Mogg hiding in the freezer. We need to thaw him out as apparently he's wanted again. Although not by us.
And Hargnett still wants to know where his sweets are.
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