Christmas 2000 at home in Carnyorth, Cornwall, UK. Wouldn’t you agree the ladder is a nice touch?! Put out for Father Christmas? A helping hand down the chimney? Or is it strategically placed as modern art? Seriously.
Here we are a couple of days before Christmas and the birds are singing away, chirping their little hearts out they are. I refer to the bird sound emanating from my computer and not the real thing which are noticeable by their absence. On the other hand the fridge has been totally silent with not even a whisper of a seasonal groan along the lines of “Frosty the Snowman” which would have been somewhat apt.
It is cold but not cold enough for snow but perhaps it’s waiting to unleash itself during the midst of winter. It has been known.
When your knickers are straining at the elastic following your feast of turkey or soya nut roast and your nose is as red as Rudolph’s thanks to the copious amount of alcohol you have guzzled down your gullet, you should be in the right frame of silly mind to relax and snuggle down for a laugh and a titter with “Cat Tales”. It’s free and if that doesn’t grab you the two reviews on Nook might!
Happy Christmas to one and all. Until next week.