Yeserday was the day of the long anticipated Christmas party but we had to get going a little in the morning before the festivities in the afternoon. After breakfast, we walked down the hill with weather which just a tad less cold thn the day before and picked uo our copt of 'The Times' Then we started to make our way uo the hill and, very fortunately, bumped into our Irish friends when we were just outside their house. for a reason best left to the psychoanalysts, the following image I think would make a memorable Christmas card/cartoon. If I were anything like a decent artist, I would draw Rudolph the reindeer with. lot of Christmas bling wrapped round his nether regions and particularly his testicles singing his heart out. Then I would hve Santa on the sled complaining into his mobile phone :'Its no good, I have told Rudolph scores of times that the song is meant to be Jingle BELLS - but you just cannot get the staff these days!'Towards the top of the hill and progressing at a fair rate of knots, I was approached by a gentleman who I very vaguely know by sight and he informed me that he had oftenwitnessed my pushing Meg up the hill. He insisted that he take over. and push Meg the last 100-150 yeards towards the top of the hill. I then showed im where we live and invited the kind gentleman and his wife to pop in for a Christmas drink any afternoon in the forthcoming festive season.