We’re slightly in the doghouse today.  The parish magazine arrived and had been left where we could get our paws on it, so it ended up a bit on the shredded side, although some may call it totally destroyed.  She never learns…. We are however less messy than Jack had been, he managed to disperse an entire bin bag of shredded paper around the entire ground floor of the house. The house looked like it had been covered in snow.  Mum learned from this that shredded paper is not the easiest of things to clear up and can travel amazingly long distances.  Not that we’re competitive, but does anyone know where we can obtain a skip full of shredded paper? (but don’t tell mum).  Jack was our predecessor so we never met him.  He was a slobbery boxer with apparently a really sweet nature. 

Outside at the moment the weather has taken an unseasonal chilly turn, with proper snow showers a few miles up the road, so as I don't want to risk being cold I'm off to burrow under a lovely warm blanket for as long as possible.