I took him round on a little detour from our harbour walk to see him and when we got there he’d been deflated. I don’t know what had happened or who had done it. I’d hope that he might have been resuscitated by the time I walked by this morning but no, he was like a patched rag hanging below the window. Poor love. Poor Santa. Poor Steven. I tried to find other fillips. There are a few more trees lit up to add to my collection but none to take the place of Steve. I took painkillers prior to walking in an attempt to make my hips a little more fluid, they helped a little but not much. I must learn stoicism. I try and fail over and over again.
Fail better, that wise man said.
