It’s Christmas time pretty baby, and the snow is falling on the ground. Ahh the Elvis Christmas Album. Gotta love it. Beers with old mates .Much food. Some moose socks from the lovely Andy and Jess and Oscar who appear to have memories like elephants, (although I’m guessing Oscar had a minor role in the gift giving, he having a memory like a Golden Retriever which is more based around being surprised and amazed and incredibly pleased that every day the sun comes up, and the people he loves still live in the same house as him and then, wow! They’re taking me for a walk! Is that a ball? Yes it is! You know the only thing that could make this day any better? If they threw it and I could chase it! Arrrgh! He threw it! I’m gonna explode with happiness! I got it! I got it!).
Anyway, Christmas Day all lovely and mellow with great food and good presents.
Then Boxing Day and the really, really bad thing happened. Not going to talk about it on here but if you keep meaning to donate and haven’t got round to it yet, here’s the link.