to you all, from us all.
Nearly Wettest Christmas Wishes, but not quite. This morning, we got up to find water rushing past the front porch where water shouldn’t be. The Council came and unblocked the brook where it ran under the road, thereby stopping it from running over the road and into our house.
And we were brought a heap of sandbags, just in case. As Inspector of Works, staying dry just inside the front door, Lottie is ensuring that they are properly in place. She is wearing her stern and disapproving face.
Indoors, we are ready. The Gardener’s lovely daughter stayed overnight; we exchanged gifts and enjoyed each other’s company.
My own Lovely Son and girlfriend are having Christmas on their own and will be here just after Boxing Day, so The Gardener and I are having our first Christmas together on our own too.
I hope your day will be filled with love and laughter, and all manner of good things, as I know mine will be.
PS Millie and Florence send you Christmas smooches under the mistletoe.