I do hope you Christmas was simply marvellous - ours was, of course, but that's neither here nor there!
I've just popped into the study to fetch another botttle of something rather special and noticed I'd left my computer on, or at least someone has, so I thought I would grab the chance to say a quick hello! My brother arrived this morning with a simply splendid single malt - the first of the the new batch from his highland distillery. It is delicious as ever, but one does tire of the annual temporary los of faculties. This year it was only my left arm, thank goodness. The year I lost my eyesight is mercifully fading into memory, as was the Boxing Day when Daddy lost the use of his... well, um... let's just say he was in the little boy's room most of the afternoon and a maid was dispatched to The Cottington's for extra 'supplies'.
Dear Daddy is already asleep on the Louis XV (I still can not bring myself to write 'quinze') and Woman-Who-Absolutely-Isn't-My-Real-Mother is decidedly squiffy and rather irritatingly giggly. Silly goose. We are in day two of the annual charades-and-sherry tournament. The sherry is definitely winning... The new curate is racing over with young Grimes Jnr in his father's tractor to scoop up the vicar and the cat hasn't been seen since the entire Johnson horde came carol singing (after a fashion, the Von Trapps they are not!) with their pitbull-cross... and I should think anything which permenantly smells like that would be very cross indeed!
Must dash... but I promise to check in before all the New Year's nonsense begins.
Cheerio - and cheers!
Lady R xxx
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