The squirrel sat in a corner of the fireplace contemplating his nuts slowly roasting by the fire when he was awakened from his reverie by the smell of burning hair and a warm feeling in his nether regions. A piece of smouldering Santa hat had landed on him. Quickly brushing himself down and closely inspecting the damage he headed for the bar and a stiff drink. Damn, the bottle opener had gone again so grabbing the duck by the legs he upended it and used its beak to lever off the cap of a bottle of St.Bernadus Quadrupel 12%. Dropping the duck in an undignified heap (no change there), he headed off towards the gaily painted MDF door, reached out and turned the handle...........

The sound of an empty bottle spinning on a stone floor echoed through the half empty doorway!!!!!!!!!