I'm happy to be able to wish you all a very good morning. I hope that, inspite of certain misgivings, those, like me, who felt dispirited prior to the 25th, have found something to celebrate. This doesn't sound grammatically correct. Hey ho...as Bags would say, we're none of us perfect. Tee hee! 
It has been a peaceful few days. We've also met with friends in the village, and laughed a lot. On Christmas day we had a full quota of phone calls from family. Matt called from Afghanistan, having enjoyed a five-course feast with the troops.
Wee man's mummy phoned and we've had several photos of T sent as attachments. I've uploaded one of him with his lovely bicycle. The grin is so infectious.
Rory [the cat] lurves living with us. He has truly mastered the fine art of using a litter tray. He returns to his outdoor apartment at bedtime. We have to make sure that he still regards it as a safe retreat. When we go away for a few days, friends will call to feed him. There is no way he would tolerate a stranger entering the house. I can imagine fur flying...
Over the next few days, I'm hoping to catch up on the happenings of my mates.
