Happy New Zoom Dinner…

……I woke to find Nancy in the living-room sleeping on the sofa. Getting to sleep was tough, thoughts of the demise of the cat buzzing about in her head.

We agreed to have new year dinner with Owen over the internet, in the lockdown style. It worked remarkably well and our home-made chicken pie disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lots of snow on the fields around the village, with bright sun forecast tomorrow. I’ll take that.