A festive poster

Our weather is not quite so festive ..... give me crisp, clear and cold .... my podiatrist calls it 'hard grass' weather and I know just what he means.

A final shop tomorrow and then I have to clear the lounge of all tv controls, parcels and anything else that Holly is likely to pinch. I'm looking after her till Lynn and Moira's church Christmas lunch is over and she is not like Keta and Fouter who are happy to sit beside me for long spells without moving.