Merry Christmas...

...from the queen of the greyhounds, who is hoping that Santa brings her a slice of bacon...

The moose is still loose about this hoose - tonight we are armed with cardboard tubes and have removed everything from the lounge apart from the essentials. Much hilarity last night as the accountants and the (supposed) professional animal handler pulled the lounge apart chasing in vain the murine equivalent of Usain Bolt, watched lazily by the totally uninterested hound. It's last chance saloon as the traps are arriving from Amazon tomorrow. 

Shopping done. Just the vermin to remove and we're all set....