Well Ducky here is abit of a voyeur.
Small, yellow and perched in an obscure corner of the bathroom because I don't have a bath tub to float the
fella in, he watches me as I shower everyday, since
souvenir-ing him from the Conrad Bangkok 4 years ago. Someone's ponytail bands are still around his neck, like a couple of miniature
Aloha garlands in cheerful welcome.
Ducky hasn't squeaked in ages.
And just now I nearly tipped him over the window sill with a jet of water from the shower-head. Accidentally of course.
Funny how a little rubber ducky can make you happy and sad at the same time...
Rather stupid.
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