The Silver Vixen has gone off to have a Christmas lunch with other members of her coven. GF can just imagine some poor local pub with its car park full of broomsticks, 4WD broomsticks, and zimmer-sticks whilst inside there is the ribald laughter of the coven overdosed on strong tea and shaking out their blue-rinses as they chase the waiters round the room. Doesn't really bare thinking about !

[File under: Whimsy]