I should know better

Well, that`s the last time I make jokes about the Winter Vomiting Virus! It hit me a week ago, and I still feel I am crawling out from under. Not at all Christmassy, that, and no, I will not be describing it here. Suffice it to say that the Paps, always very sympathetic to illness, were reduced to giving each other those knowing looks which say "Well, who`s going to feed us when she kicks the bucket?"

Wobbly or not, I some how got Daisy to her proposed husband, braving the horrrors of pre-Christmas trains...this is the time of year when rail timetables slide inexorably into anarchy, and train heating fails, and overcrowding rules. I was lucky and only had two delays of an hour each, and one was in heated premises. The other, alas was in Waverly, reminiscent of January in Novosibirsk, as any Scottish traveller knows. Home, to bed and ill again.

Meanwhile, all the girls have come out of season. Great sigh of relief. But not from Shelby. Somehow he had decided that this was HIS time. And although Ella is no longer receptive, he is courting her desperately with all manner of Chin noises, and being bitten (delicately, as she does everything), and treated to Ella`s Big Growl, which has been described as the sound of a very angry wet wasp.

Somehow I am going to get it all together for Christmas.......stuck together with duct tape and glue at this rate.