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Happy Christmas

Happy Christmas to all our readers.

A bit of an early start this morning for mum and dad as they scurried around firstly tidying and then gathering things hidden around the house together.

In the last blog entry the ’sniffy’ items were mentioned and it looks like today is the big ’sniffy’ day. When we can finally get our teeth and our noses into the packages.

Now this is the first ‘Sniffy day’, or Christmas as Mum and Dad call it, for Charlie and he soon got the hang of getting though the wrapping and into the goodies.

We have received a number of gifts from friends including some biscuits and some of our very own stockings full of nibbles and squeeky toys.

So a big thank you to all of those people who have sent gifts. My mum will now no doubt ration the goodies over the next few months… so we don’t get too comfortable.

As I type this the best smell of all is starting to drift through the house. Not the usual turkey but a large cut of beef. Mum picked it up from the butchers yesterday and it has been in the fridge overnight.

It looks like we are in for the works today. Dad has just made up the Yorkshire pudding batter whilst mum organised the veg. We both enjoy the sprouts. I know unusual for boys, but they do make for good throwing and they have a habit of rolling under the cupboards. Great for forcing mum to pull them out and allowing us to get in and finding old chews and other long forgotten morsels.

So beef, yorkies, carrots, sprouts, gravy and if we are lucky a bit of it all in our bowls then a nap in front of the fire whilst the Queen is on the telly.

Happy Christmas and have a safe holiday season from Charlie and me (buster)

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They call me shredder….

Like an old man sat in the corner of a room enjoying his pipe on a Sunday afternoon I too get great comfort from from a pipe.

Not the smoking kind I hasten to add, but the ones that come from the middles of toilet rolls.

The cardboard pipes or tubes make for great chewing and for making a mess.

So I could not believe my eyes when mum produced a 1m long (3ft in old money) tube.

She says it came from the Christmas pixie mines and had something called wrapping paper on it. Santa and his little helpers use miles of wrapping paper to enclose gifts for Christmas, so the story goes.

What a challenge, a roll twice as big as me and all mine. 
My mum kept an eye on me and I made sure I didn’t swallow any of the pieces but what fun ripping and tearing and bashing it around.

I am beginning to look forward to this Christmas thing….