First mention of Christmas

I think I must be the touch of death for blogs. It seems whenever I start to follow someone they cease to write or if they continue it's very infrequent. Most frustrating. For me at least. The bloggers have probably got better things to do with their time.

On the good news front I'm pleased to report that George has finally been discharged by the vet. His eye ulcer has healed at last. That scratching with a needle last week must have done the trick and kick-started the body into healing itself. George will be pleased to stop the drops but sad, I'm sure, to miss out on all the extra treats that accompanied them.

Meanwhile Daughter's dog, Holly, is having chest and heart scans today as she gets a bit breathless. At thirteen the way she runs around I'm not surprised she gets breathless; George gives up way before she does.

Oh, and the photo I ordered from our kayaking trip in the Ardeche Gorge in France in July has arrived.

To look at that you'd think I was enjoying myself, wouldn't you?

Incidentally the editor of Bay gave me the go ahead to plug my books as shamelessly as I wanted. I'll have to remember that when I'm submitting for the December issue - books make ideal Christmas presents, don't you know?