Dad has been rushing about all day and so has Mum. The bags have come out
of the storage space in the roof, there are piles of neatly folded
clothes on the bed... my travel bed and bowl have mysteriously disappeared
from the cupboard. I guess that means I'm going too, wherever it is. I'd better
make sure Dad doesn't forget about me - by sitting on him. :-)

(dad: have a great Christmas folks, our very best wishes for peace and happiness
to you and your families.)