Christmas Eve

Hell, I wish I had gone to bed at a more reasonable hour last night. I shouldn't have worried about Seb coming over, though. He's such a lovely chap, he came armed with red wine and even brought a small present which I placed under the tree for tomorrow. He's naturally funny too, so I didn't have time to miss Martin too much. Is that bad?

Talking of which, he's coming back today! In fact, he should be here in an hour or two. Joe and I have put some last minute touches to the tree and got busy in the kitchen rustling up about a million mince pies ready for Santa tonight. But something tells me Santa won't get much of a look-in once Martin sees them! Right now, Joe is out in the snow with Bertie and the sheep and it just leaves me to clear up the fall-out of four, raisins and lumps of pastry that have somehow migrated right across the kitchen floor and are now halfway up the stairs. Where is that dog when I need him?