Oh dear.

He was not happy on Christmas Eve.

We plonked him outside on the decking and locked up the house ready for our trip to various locations in Hampshire to spend Christmas with my family, his family and our friends, in that order.

He glared at us through the double glazing whilst we oscillated between sympathy and sniggering. We were secretly pleased that he would rather spend his Christmas with us than with his real owners. Although I don't expect it was our sparkling personalities which drew him in, rather the warm places to sleep and the neverending supply of milk to sup.




Now we're back (just before the snow blew in) and there's no sign of him... So it's my turn to glare out of the patio door, looking glum yet hopeful of seeing our little companion.

Hope you all had a good Christmas. I did a little too much driving, a little too much eating, not enough running and was woken up a little too early by the youngest members of my family. But I had a lovely time and am looking forward to a little more relaxation before this year comes to an end.