Martin Critchlow, 55, from Lincolnshire
Carving the turkey, placing some Brussels sprouts on the plate with a dollop of mash potato and lashings of cranberry sauce, I knew that I had to plate up another festive feast, too.
Otherwise, there would have been some complaints.
Cutting everything so that it would fit onto the cap of a milk bottle, I then placed the dinner next to my adult-sized portion, complete with a Christmas cracker.
‘Here you go Mr Jingles,’ I grinned, before my mouse bestie tiptoed onto the plate, taking a bite out of his festive lunch.
And sitting at the dinner table, with my partner Tracy, daughter Lisa, now 30, and grandson Lewis,
