Twas the Saturday before Christmas

My Mum came round to drop off some Christmas stuff for Nigel to take to Dover. He and Caelyn went out to buy the vegetables for Christmas and Josie and I stayed at home with Wendy, who was asleep. When she woke up, she enjoyed reading with Gummy and Father Jack. Michelle was paid today so she did all her Christmas shopping and apparently, town was heaving! I can well believe it.

Sean tells me he was in Tunbridge Wells and Tonbridge most of today, also getting his last minute shopping. I told him I've had enough. Next year, we will order groceries online at the end of November so as to be able to get a Home Delivery booked for Christmas Eve. This running around heaving towns is for the birds, and best avoided. It does nobody's nerves any good.



See how contented, comfy and cosy Father Jack looks? He was purrfectly relaxed and he hadn't been contending with the hordes in town. He had very sensibly stayed indoors, and you can see he hasn't a care in the world. Folks could learn a lot from our fine feline friends.



Here is Caelyn wrapping a present for Lisa. Present wrapping has been a problem, because Wendy loves to grab the rolls of paper and wrap herself up in them. Its a great game for her and she is so cute with it that although we know we probably shouldn't let her do it, we enjoy the fun she has, so we don't try too hard to stop her. Just the occasional feeble, very half-hearted protest to pacify our sense of "oughtery".



The day ended with poor Nigel being hag-ridden!! You have to feel sorry for the guy!

(He loves it really)