Look at the front of the penguin flock - another left-facing one! (or right, from our point of view).
Oh, one should never attempt ponderous little witticisms - I do know, of course, that there are no trees in the Antarctic (see previous post and an earlier one). Not that I'm an expert in chilly areas; I don't watch David Attenborough programmes very much in case they're a bit red in tooth and claw. I wouldn't like, for example, to see a penguin being eaten by a polar bear. (Joke. I know ...)
Of course, to be strictly accurate, Santa doesn't belong in the Antarctic either since as we all know he lives in Lapland. (Or does the southern hemisphere think differently?)
Here are two Scottish Santas. I wonder if they might get eaten any time soon. I fear it's possible.
I went out to dinner with my ex-colleagues today to celebrate the end of term. It was really lovely to meet them all again and hear the college news. I was puzzled when I turned up at the restaurant at 1.30 this afternoon to find that none of them was there. This is because the booking was for 7.30 this evening, as I found out after texting them all to ask where they were. I fear retirement may be allowing my brain to decay even faster than I'd thought.