Mum has excitedly told us all about The Show. She enthused about the beautiful Sebrights and meeting up with friends and fellow fanciers, some that she hadn't seen for a long time. It sounded wonderful and we asked lots and lots of questions. But now we are settled back into a more mundane routine once again. The mornings are dark, the afternoons are dark and we are going to bed earlier and earlier each day. Dad has his woolly hat on. Mum has her woolly hat on (thanks to Aunty Bella) and Harvey has his dressing gown on.
"It is only a month until the shortest day, Gordon!" Mum announced this morning. We wondered if this was an attempt to cheer us up. If it was, it didn't really have the desired effect.
"And it will soon be Christmas!" Sadly, this too, didn't really inspire us.
"Mince Pies, Gordon! Figgy Pudding! Yummy Remains!"
Aaah! That was more like it. Gordon xxx
"It is only a month until the shortest day, Gordon!" Mum announced this morning. We wondered if this was an attempt to cheer us up. If it was, it didn't really have the desired effect.
"And it will soon be Christmas!" Sadly, this too, didn't really inspire us.
"Mince Pies, Gordon! Figgy Pudding! Yummy Remains!"
Aaah! That was more like it. Gordon xxx
At The Show (photo by our very good friend, Nicky)
