Santa's little helper

She makes me laugh - which is good on a day of grumpiness and grouchdom.

My knee (which I was confident was getting much better) is worse than ever today, probably because I decided to wander gently on it for a couple of hours yesterday when I felt it would really be fine. Silly me. Stupid me.

So today, I am confined to quarters, biting LH's head off and being generally miserable and trying to get into the spirit of the season by writing my cards. It's lovely feeling my friends close by whilst writing - a real consolation prize - and Poppydog's presence beside me on the sofa is very soothing (she has her snoring down to a 'T').

I now absolutely empathise with my m-i-l.

"Never mind, tomorrow is another day."

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