the resident elves

I half expected today to be awful but Eve is coping superbly with chicken pox (which are nicely concealed upon her trunk currently).

There is a very large hole this Christmas in the shape of my Mummy. But I suppose a large hole is the sign of a live well lived. Eve put a glass of sherry out for Father Christmas and I believe he plans to toast the wonderful Polly Parrett with it. She would be incredibly proud of this pair. Thank God I know she will meet my boy one day in paradise, surely the festivities are far better there - the gingerbread must be sublime.