As luck would have it, the Beagle Project merchandise I ordered from their lovely shop arrived today, on the very same day that they asked for photos of hunky supermodels sporting their stuff to show in their new Flickr Group. Happy to oblige, chaps.
When the postman who delivered the merchandise found the house empty, he thoughtfully left the cardboard box containing the goodies on the doorstep—during a thunderstorm. It was a mushy pulp by the time I got home. A mushy pulp with a frog sitting on top of it. I kid you not.
I call that a good omen.
