Happy St Stephen’s Day
Derby clung on gamely like my mother-in-law pulling a Christmas cracker.
So said the reporter describing an almost draw on this very sporting of days.
You know it’s Christmas when the first thing to touch your lips, when you get up on St Stephen’s Day, is wine.
And speaking of licking lips, Dog-dog is having a fine Christmas waiting for me over in Kansas:
When are you taking Dog-dog back to Ireland?
January.
At the moment I’m enmeshed in a daily slurry of emails and phone calls as the final stages of her clearance for moving to Ireland are worked on. I’ll be so glad when this phase is over.
What a sweetie she is, Eolai.
Aw.