Yuletide grrreetings. It's cold sitting here as I type, as we've only just put the heating on.

Yesterday was quite a grand jour. I forced myself to sleep in in the morning. Was very difficult I can tell you... I left for Rosie's just about 12.35 and there was lots of traffic! Everywhere. It even took 3-4 minutes to turn out of our road. But there weren't too many jams. The worst one was a queue to get into South Mimms services. Obviously they sell the best full english in the land or something. Got to Rosie's about 14.50, which wasn't bad considering. Parking: easy.

I had a chocolate bakin' brothers cake upon arrival. It hit the spot. I washed it with some orange juice. We hung out in the lounge with Rosie's mum looking at plans for a kitchen with charcoal coloured walls and white polystyrene ceiling tiles. This was just for the plans though. Rosie's Dad is tiling the bathroom at the moment. It's coming on well now. When I say the bathroom, I mean the bathroom, not just a bit of it. It would make a good shower room.

Rosie and I went into town. Actually, no, we popped into town. I use pop purely to amuse any american who has magically found this address, and finds the idea of popping highly amusing. If you had Pandas in the good ol' US you'd know what popping is. Went to Waitrose to buy a bottle of wine for a christmas present for her parents. There were about 50 odd bottles, but only 5 of them weren't classified as dry, so the decision process was made rather easy.

Came back to Rosie's (house) in the bitterly cold conditions strune upon us. Our present opening session followed. A veritable feast of sausage cassorole and mashed potato with veg followed that. Well, after we watched some sheep dog trials and Frank Spencer. I had quite a bit to be fair. And some Christmas pudding. We went for a walk in the pink night sky to forty hall and beyond. Rosie clutched her torch for fear of being eaten by a wood pigeon. Rosie's Dad seemed to be trying to be a wood pigeon, by blending into a tree in the buff. Apparently a buff is a head scarf that doubles as a many other head objects. We made it out of the neck of the woods. On the way back to the house we passed a caravan with a window open and a female voice swore rather loudly about a metre from my dead and invited an a wolf type dog to kill me. Give me the woods any day! Buffs and pigeons won't cause much harm.

Went home about 23.30. There was hardly any traffic at all, anywhere. Had Jazz fm on, very mellow. Nice. Got back a bit after 1, but sadly forgot my shoes were muddy, after having walked all over the house. Didn't leave much mess though. I was surprised it didn't dry in the car. Over and out.