Cocoon Banquet

I found this on my fridge today, as I was packing up the kitchen. I don’t know who wrote it, or if it has to do with our impending trip. Hugo? Diana? Maybe Eric? It’s probably someone who’s going to be eating lovely cheddar and brie this year, while laughing at me!

There was also a dirty poem on the fridge, but I’m pretty sure that was Stick.