Ha Hah ! Christmas is almost sorted.
The spooky pathetic lights are up on the tree outside and the holly and mistletoe and shiny things are up inside.
We have been invited out for Christmas Dinner so my proud record of only ever cooking one remains unbroken (even then I somehow managed to let the turkey go off and had to make an emergency dash to blag half of my Mum and Dad's).
Sissy is also invited out with us for lunch which means our hostess will be cooking and serving it not in her house but in their gite next door.
You see Sissy lives up to her name she is a dog who is scared of everything. The chickens, plastic bags, new blankets, the sweeping brush . . .
"Lurchers" someone once said to us "they chase and kill everything" Not Sissy. Sissy pretends she can't see things other dogs would chase, she suddenly finds a blade of grass unusually interesting while looking at the "prey" out of the corner of her eye. Once any danger of catching it is past she will spring into action and then look at us as if to say "damn if my attention hadn't been caught by that grass I would of had that!"
The last time we took Sissy with us their elderly cat chased her through the cat flap (it is quite a big one the cat flap not the cat) So dinner will be served next door to make sure Sissy isn't bullied by their cat.
As for Christmas just buying presents, sending cards and getting the vittles in then. Work of a moment! (I wish)