Monday, 5 December 2011
Outside here, now, it is raining. Higher ground in England - including Andrew's brother's house - have had snow overnight. Crisp fresh snow can look very pretty but driving through snow isn't part of the fun of being with family (my driver, Mikki, says).
I quite like the idea of a nice warm Christmas. I think we might have to go even further south than central Florida to guarantee Christmas on a real, outdoor, beach (and I don't really like real sand in my fur). Truth is that it doesn't matter that much as long as we're all together, and I'm getting lots of cuddles.