Its Christmas!

No.. really it is!. Dare I waltz into Coventry Town to do some last minute shopping?. Its not as if I have any choice really. It will be unpleasant, full of people rushing about flapping and eating Junk food ( yes on a Diet again) just interrupted by a Avon delivery and stacked the boxes with a tunnel for our new mystery guest 'Christobell'. A few days ago Katie woke me up out of a deep slumber in the early hours to inform me 'There's a Cat stuck up a tree!' I reliably inform her that 9 out of 10 cats will come down eventually and I will sort it when I get up. A few meows and a screech later Katie presents me with a gorgeous immature Grey and white cat in her arms and says 'he  will not go away!'. So the mystery Cat has now joined the family, no collar, no missing posters, and he is more than likely a she; so we named her ( being Christmas) 'Christobell'.
                                           I may be out on the razzle tonight as at some point I will be having a drink with Harry, Max and my brother, sort of bloke thing I informed Katie, that translates into back home early with a cup of tea, and a nice cosy and warm bed at my age!...