Santa is missing

Think Father Christmas is down the chimney, leaving Rudolph and sleigh waiting patiently.

Christmas jumpers gone mad

Have you noticed jumpers of a certain kind are big this Christmas? I myself have resisted. It does make you wonder what starts a trend and makes everyone decide they need to buy a Christmas jumper? Is it something in the water?

Merry Christmas and a new pair of eyes please

Apparently David and I have reached that certain age. Do you remember when your mum and dad started to place things which had very teeny tiny writing a long way away from their eyes and then would bring the writing in and out to try to focus in order to read it and you would look at them as if they were mad? Yes? Well we've reached that age.

We decided to treat ourselves to some sherry for Christmas (perhaps another sign we have reached a certain age) but trying to read the labels of the various types available proved quite troublesome. Take the bottle label out. Bring it back in. Look up for better light. In, out, in, out. Let's just get this one and hope for the best.

I should have known when the optician a few months ago told me I had reached that age in eyes when it all starts going down hill. She didn't say that in so many words but that's what she meant.

Oh well there's always the sherry.

Merry Christmas to my small band of, I hope, happy readers. Get in touch more in 2014.