Nemesis

He hates Henry so much that he coughs up a lung if you even open the cupboard door where Henry is kept.

So, with Mrs S doing a deep clean I took him and the whippet out for a muddy yomp.

Home to send a few work emails, mostly confirming stuff for the new year. Then I braved the shops at Fort Kinnaird. Judging by the mayhem on Thursday afternoon I’d hate to see what it’s going to be like on Saturday.

Home for butternut squash curry and then out to pick up Ruby from the bus. She’s finished work until after Christmas now. The twins finished up today as well with the usual drunken pantomime show from the senior students and the entire school singing twelve days of Christmas.