OOooh I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas

And so it came to pass, that after a very, very busy Christmas eve..... 

Tooli had been to do last minute Christmas Shopping, come with me to visit Nanty who is poorly in hospital, delivered Christmas Cards, delivered a Secret Santa Present....

And then went out for Christmas drinks with her pals. 

Her Da and I headed to bed about 1.30, and I left her a message to say I hadn't drunk so if she was stuck to phone. 

The phone rang at 4.30 am and she was just phoning to check if she could bring a someone home for Christmas.   

She took my stunned silence as a no. 

When she arose this morning, it was with bleeding heart and apologies...and then she had to re-take to her bed... and then she rose... and then she retook, and then she rose and successfully managed a bowl of soup... and then retired, and then rose again, and placed this happy little pig in a blanket on her plate, and then disappeared again. 

We told her to restart tomorrow. 

She'll feel better then. 

On the other hand.   We had a brilliant tie, but missed our Boy dreadfully - but we did chat to hi on the inter-net-web, and he successfully caught Tooli inbetween visits and tore a strip or two off her :-)  what else are big brothers for.