My Blackberry Is Not Working! - The One Ronnie, Preview - BBC One

Sent to me by the notorious TK. If you haven't already seen it, it's not to be missed!

Hibernation?

Unlike some of my fellow bloggers, this is definitely not my favourite time of year. I dislike the long, dark evenings more with every year that passes and snowy, icy days seem to mean that everyday routines take longer and require more effort. Ploughing round the snowy field and valley  with Paddy  for our morning constitutional uses extra muscles, which of course, is probably a benefit and he seems to love it, but it takes just that little bit more effort to get out there in the first place.
On the bright side, the shortest day has come and gone, which means that we are now on the way to Spring. Agreed, we are taking the scenic route; it isn't going to happen overnight and we could have a few more bad weather episodes to get through first but, it's getting closer...
There are times, though, when I wonder if maybe the bears get it right. Hibernation could be the way!

Sleepless night

As I write, Paddy is snoozing peacefully on the sofa beside me. I think he is probably still worn out after last night, starting at 8.30pm when certain idiots in the area decided to recreate Beireut with their thousands of fireworks. As Paddy is a rescue dog, we don't know his history but I am willing to bet that it involves some traumatic experiences with fireworks because, as soon as he hears them, he goes berserk. So, we calm him down and all is well until the next volley, when it all starts again, with the result that he and I were still to be found on the sofa downstairs until well into the early hours.
As  I have said before, how it is still legal for members of the public to buy what are, in effect, explosives in these days of the Nanny State, is unbelievable and  at the risk of being a party-pooper, there are other ways of ushering in the new year.
Mind you, worse was to come when I did finally get to bed.
Yes, the Phantom Snorer was in residence again.....
Happy New Year! :)

New Year's Honours

Well, waddya know! I have, once again, had bestowed upon me the prodigious award to bloggers by the well-known, famous (or possibly infamous) blogger of international notoriety - yes, you've guessed it -YORKSHIRE PUDDING

AND.... AND.... it's for being 'the nicest and most polite blogger'
So there!
I'm off to crack open the champagne.

Silent protest

Paddy is a very good dog in the house, especially around food. We could leave anything within his reach and be sure that he wouldn't touch it unless given permission and he is certainly not one to beg when we are eating. In the evening, Keith invariably decides he would like a 'little snack', no matter how substantial his dinner has been and it has become a routine for Paddy to be given three small dog biscuits when Keith has finished eating.

This is how he looks when we forget.

This is a dog who has no need of words to communicate!

THE DIGITAL STORY OF THE NATIVITY

Born in a field

All boy babies are born in a field.
I am drawn to this conclusion from a lifetime of observation which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that men are congenitally incapable of closing doors after them.
This conclusion has been further emphasised by the fact that I have had to close the back door after Keith at least five times this morning, as he was completely unaware of the fact that leaving it open in sub-zero temperatures has an adverse effect on the ambient temperature of the house.
And don't get me started on cupboard doors!