Our route home takes us through town. A police car and an ambulance are parked, lights flashing, outside the best of the golf hotels. I'm guessing there's been a collision between a flight of stairs and one of last nights inebriated partying guests. The stairs have come out on top. Groups of jet lagged American pilgrim golfers can be seen walking on the Old Course. There are also groups of European tourists wondering what there is to do in St.Andrews on Christmas morning. The answer to that can be summed up in one word - nothing. Best to have a bracing walk by the sea - everything else is closed.
I suggest Sophie has a paw wash. She ignores me. Soon she's found a quiet spot and is off into a restorative slumber. A busy day of kitchen supervision awaits. As a reward there will be turkey, gravy and potatoes for lunch. There were slivers of marmalade coated ham with her kibbles last night. Life is good.
The 'audience' arrives at the 0:37 mark. Christmas Day song #22 :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQi2rX56-hs
Happy Christmas to one and all from the star of this blog and her humans at the last wee cottage before Denmark.