Day 26, 12 Days until you return, Boxing day.

Well my dear, from out of nowhere I've developed the worst sore throat in the history of the world. Not ideal.

Feeling fairly grim, and somewhat sorry for myself, I got up and spent the morning with the family.

Auntie Dor, Ju, Jimmy and the dogs came at around 12 and the comedy twins set to work cooking Christmas lunch. Once again we had a lovely Christmas dinner, and set off for another walk. We walked all through our fields and into a neighbours, Rob and Matt kept carrying mum in a hilarious fashion, it was all going fairly well until the chihuahua decided he'd had enough and had to be carried. I shoved the thing down my jumper for safe keeping.

We wondered onto a neighbours farm, I found an old limo, Dad found some cows.

We had managed to avoid them until mid afternoon but that was long enough for the comedy duo and the board games got brought out. The games kept us going until tea time, I kept the comedy twins company whilst the boys watched sheep station again, they were utterly engrossed by what appeared to be hours and hours of repeated scenes.

Nothing else of great significance happened, I'm going to bed early to beat the germs!

Miss you xx