Self-Control by the Baloonatic

Self-Control by the Baloonatic

I have vague memories of Christmas as a child.

My parents didn’t have a lot of spending money, and my Dad was converting our house from a one floor schoolhouse to a two floor home, so it was always in a state of construction. This meant a lot of our Christmas presents were not new, but were often second hand. One year we all got skis, with poles and boots. One year it was bikes.

When it came to the items, I was often quite clever at finding the place...