This is Rufus, he is a bit camera shy, seconds before I clicked he was sprawled out with Ben. Perhaps I will be able to get a sneaky pic later when they have had their walk.
I am all snug inside with knitting and tea to hand, the weather is dry but there is still a chilly wind.
I hope that you are all settled and prepared for tomorrow, I have it all under control. The only job left is to get puff pastry out of the freezer for sausage rolls and cheese and chutney puffs.
There will be no mad dash to the shops for forgotten items, if I haven't got it we will not have it. The supermarkets will be open on Boxing Day and I am certain there will be a steady stream of Dads looking for batteries. In my home village the Mace market used to open on Christmas morning for 3 hours, he would sell just about every battery in the shop and dozens of packs of eggs, bags of plain flour and lard (Yorkshire pud anyone).
He had customers from as far afield as Cromer and Norwich, he also sold out of all the boxes of chocolates and fancy biscuits, for emergency presents he thought.
On that note I will say toodle pip, have a good day tomorrow and don't panic. It is meant to be a day of peace and goodwill, there is no need to try to be Wonder Woman. The one year that I ruined the bread sauce and caramelized the parsnips I met a moan with the words " Great, you can cook next year. In fact you can plan, shop and do the whole thing."