Soop and Willow I think we have all been eating too much cheese at supper time, judging by all these dreams. I told GS about my dream but left out shooting the reindeer!! He is still laughing about the dog and the sausage! He has been here today having stayed over, and it seemed like a good idea to go out for a walk in the country park. Lots of fresh air and if we take a football and stick to the gravel paths we should be okay, right? Wrong! Small boys have a propensity for homing in on mud even when others can’t see it. Grandad kicked the ball. GS was in the air! My whole life flashed before me as if I was on the point of death as he landed on what looked grass but turned out to be a horrible bog! He thought it was hilarious. Grandad thought it was hilarious until i gave him “The Hard Stare”! All I could see was my daughter’s face when she saw his clothes. So on the way home I nipped into a well known supermarket and got him a pair of trousers to wear and then tried to rescue his shoes and his jacket. A passable result has been achieved, but nothing gets past her, so......☹️. Am I afraid of her? Too b****y right I am!
I hope Panache and Mr P are continuing to take small steps toward coping with life, but that the cavalry will appear over the hill very soon! Not a good way to go into a new year. My love to both.
Sounds like New Year’s Eve in the Argy will be quite a knees up! I shall have to cry off due to my bad back
, but I will raise one of the new gin glasses my DiL bought me (full, of course!) to you all this evening and wish you everything you would wish for yourselves in 2019! Have a great evening whatever you’re doing!