By Number147


I prepped the nut roast Wellington ready for Christmas day. Smells delicious. 

Louise, Florence and I walked into town to meet Nigel and the children and to enjoy the Christmas market in the Shambles. We had tea and shortbread and browsed a couple of the charity shops making a few purchases too.

Clive went to Bristol airport to pick up Henry. The flight was delayed and the plane still in Belfast when Clive arrived. 

Hetty was beside herself when Henry turned up. We often refer to him as the dog whisperer!

Anyone that also follows me on Instagram and may have seen my Christmas message on stories, it is tongue in cheek. 

(Neighbour Brian died yesterday)

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