... a delivery. Silly me!
And silly, frantic girls - all they were barking about was the fact that, while they'd been snoozing, a Christmas wreath had appeared outside the front door and this was clearly not meeting with their approval!
I've just managed to get outside into the back garden, still manoevering my way around heaps of snow, but nevertheless, able to see clearly the level of destruction that has been wreaked out there. Our precious Kilmarnock Willow is lying prostrate in the centre bed, shrubs and bushes have branches that are completely sheared off and solid wood garden furniture (okay, it should have been put in the shed) is smashed to bits. That's all I can see from my vantage point on the patio. I'm still unable to get to the bottom of the lawn to check the rest out.
Making batches of mince pies again today. Charles is expecting orders from his staff, so I want to get ahead, especially as I've got 72 cupcakes to do for the end of the week. Fortunately mince pies freeze perfectly. (My only problem is finding space now, as even the new Bad Boy fridge freezer is groaning under the weight of it's contents now!
Hope James is feeling better today. He's had a nasty case of Man Flu for the past few days. Better to get it out of the way before your birthday/Christmas though, eh Jim?
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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