Day 88: Now 'twould be a pity t' tuck Jack away wi' th' rest o' th' ornaments when I takes down th' tree, but 'tis findin' a place t' 'ang 'im wot's givin' me cause fer concern. Were I t' put 'im above me bed, might be givin' folk wrong ideas. A'ter all, Jacky's young enough t' be me grandson, never ye mind 'is present woeful condition. Nor do 'e fit on me mantlepiece where 'e might be givin' me guests a fright. Ah, Jacky! Ever a problem were ye, so wot place be fittin' t' keep ye outer mischief? Bloody 'ell, I shoulda thunk o' it afore'and! Best place fer ye, me scoundrelly lad, is swingin' frae th' yardarm!
