Day 45 - Number One Furry is Home for Christmas.

Baggy was woken up by the phone at 11.00am. Ooops! It was Baggy's husband saying that he'd be home shortly. Baggy leapt (as best she could with a still sore stomach and very painful arm) out of bed. Chivvied Furry Mama up to feed the four-legged furries. Dived into the shower (too quickly - slipped and banged her arm. Stupid.). Was just getting dried when Minty Mutt started whining and whimpering and scratching the front door. Ah well, no pretending to her husband that Baggy had been up for hours then, eh Clever Bird?

Calum was greeted by two naked people: Baggy and Minty Mutt. It probably made his Christmas Eve. Hinge and Bracket did their usual panic when someone other than Furry Mama (even their Dad) arrives at the door, and shot upstairs. They then slunk back down again, all embarrassed, when they realised it was their Dad. So he was greeted by two more naked people. Family complete, Baggy realised that Calum had brought her beautiful roses and even more food for Christmas. Bearing in mind that it will be just Baggy and the furries for Christmas, we'll probably still be eating "Christmas" food in February!

Furry Mama persuaded a rather reluctant Calum (who had been up since 4.30am) to come out with her and Minty Mutt. Just as it started to absolutely pour down. The wind was again blowing a gale. But today it was icy. But Minty's inner puppy needs to be retained, so needs must. Half way round Calum had found his inner "old man" and Baggy had slipped and found her inner "Lawrence ghost". So Minty Mutt trotted along while Baggy and Calum hobbled along. The sun came out and the wind dropped just as we all got home, dripping wet and in Minty's case, covered in mud. "Well that's my Christmas walk done then", said Calum. Hmmmmm!

Time to start making sausage rolls and "pigs in blankets". It's a Christmas tradition. A Calum Christmas tradition you understand, not a Goddess one. The Domestic Goddess will just look on with admiration and try to stop Baggy from scoffing the lot before they're even cool. And so Christmas begins.............