It's a lovely Christmas! We're all healthy, all happy, all home. Lunch was perfect
and the pudding burned nicely.
The dogs are walked, the fire's lit, and there are no more chores. Happy Christmas! Cheers!
*But I still can't dowse, even though I have lovely new rods. My dad could. Why can't I?
Sunday, December 25, 2005
And a partridge in a pear tree
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