Spikes

My dear brother, Alexander, sent us a gift. When it is from him you can be sure that it is not your average standard gift.

This time we got a Spike Mat. It is a mat full of prickly spikes, and you are supposed to lay on it. And you are supposed to enjoy it.

It is meant to be good for everything: blood circulation, breathing, concentration, good looks, and anything else you want fixed.

We tried it on out in the office, Geraldine was first in line. She laid down, screamed of pain, and could not get up until we lifted her off the mat.

Donna blatantly refuses to try the mat. I might have a go, maybe, eventually.

Anyway, thanks a lot for the lovely gift, bro. It sure is inspiring.