A Dusty Christmas!

I hope you all had a good Christmas whatever your beliefs and however you celebrated.

Dusty was so excited on Christmas morning. When he heard, “He’s been and he’s eaten his mince pie!” he ran through to the front room, slipped over onto his side and skidded on the floor, then leapt up and carried on. Talk about a heart in the mouth moment!

He found his present straight away.

And got on with unwrapping it.

There is no such thing as an indestructible toy as far as Dusty is concerned – he even wrecks those very expensive ones, so we’d got him a cheap sheep toy from B&M. It kept him quiet for the whole time we were opening presents.

He made a bit of a mess.

Then he realised there was paper and plastic everywhere and left the remains of his sheep.

This is his “No one has noticed” face!

All that is left of the sheep is its face and one ear – and the two ropes that were its legs.

He had his own Christmas dinner on a proper plate – not leftovers – and he really enjoyed it!

A bit early, but Happy New Year!

Season's Greetings!

I wish all the lovely visitors to my blog a very happy and peaceful festive season however you are spending it.

With much love and thanks for your kind comments and for taking the time to read my assorted waffles.

Not my front room by the way (I wish), but part of the Grotto at World’s End.

Is it safe to come out?

I’m glad November has gone. It is my least favourite month of the year for a number of reasons. I dread its arrival every year and breathe a sigh of relief when it’s over.

The Norovirus reared its ugly head and felled us like trees. Only one adult (out of eight in the immediate family) escaped unscathed – and it wasn’t me. It seems that bleaching everything in sight and taking every precaution you can just doesn’t help sometimes.

As well as the stomach virus, there are sore throats and chickenpox doing the rounds at school. I’ve still got one home poorly.

And goodness knows what’s happened to Blogger! I have to rummage around now to find the blogs I’m following. Please tell me it’s not just me!

On the plus side I’ve been to visit Santa twice (with different grandchildren). The highlight was meeting the reindeer. They are so friendly and love being made a fuss of, but they have room to get away if they want to which I think is important. Visitors are only allowed to meet them one family at a time and are supervised. My eldest grandson who is 11 came in as an adult, but he still enjoyed meeting the reindeer.

We’re off to visit my youngest son and his family at the weekend and are hoping see Santa with my granddaughters.

Dusty says he doesn’t know what all the fuss is about.