Another 20 degree day. Warmer than many a Scottish August. The Old Farmer wanders over to tell us that it was just like this in 1965. '' I went swimming with my wife in the sea at Biarritz on Christmas Day . A week later it was minus 20 and stayed like that for a month ". I hope he's wrong but fear he might be right.
New lights are bought. The Christmas tree goes up. Despite searching high and low two boxes of decorations appear to have gone missing. There is clearly a monster in the bassement that only eats Christmas paraphenalia.
Bob alerts his sister to the new addition to the upstairs hallway. Sophie is uncertain whether she should bark at it, ignore it, or sniff it. Being a multi-tasker she settles for options 1) and 3). Ignoring it is too much to ask for.
Prior to going to bed Bob checks the Christmas tree one last time. For good measure he gives a bauble an almighty biff with his nose. This is not our first generation of bauble biffing PONs . Plus ca change. So far Bob has not attempted to christen the tree.