Gaydon had been celebrating. Darts night in The Cottage Inne and his team had just won. It was time to go home. Rosie, his wife would be waiting up for him. On his way he saw some people dancing in the moonlight. They grabbed his hands and he found himself spinning faster and faster till he collapsed. He awoke alone and continued his walk home to tell Rosie he had been pixie-led. Fool, she said, you should have turned your coat inside out and you would have been safe from their spells.
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This is true. I’ve used that counter-spell many a time when drunk.
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The excuse is well used but I never realised all the wives were Norfolk broads
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Ah well, doesn’t do to go stumbling drunk amongst those big and swampy puddles of drink 🙂
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You’re not inferring that a surfeit of drink was the reason for, “pixie-led,” reports are you?
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Well, I do admit to the occasional bout of pixie-leading when out in the fields with the camera, tracking down certain fungi. So which excuse do you prefer? 🙂
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