Hogmanay

Dad and his talking Donkey. He cries laughing every time he switches it on. I think it might be his new best friend.

I'm laid low with an achy, nasty cold. So it was the quietest hogmanay ever. Tess was away at a pals enjoying a cider, Dave had a weird tantrum about not having the right crackers and Neighbour Pat popped by for a hogmanay news in between checking on the sheep, it's lambing time already!

I did manage to cook my first gammon thing for the meat heads, but it's weird not tasting what you cook so you never know if it's edible or not. They haven't keeled over....yet.