Things are winding up here at Whitelees. We've had a lovely quiet Christmas. We were up at about 4 am to open presents. My family members will testify to my own stupidly early Christmas morning wakenings. Seems that George has the same problem. We can't sleep if we're excited! We went right back to bed after presents were opened. Got back up at a more reasonable hour (10am).
Gordon was over to review George's haul and give us a synopsis of what Christmas has been like up at the farm.
Polly is showing off her sparkly new collar. It isn't as butch as her old one. More suited to her personality. There is a matching dog lead that goes with the collar too! Bill was sent a nice thick chew bone from us. We are assured that he made short work of it this morning.
Everybody got nice presents. One of the Christmas gifts was a gerbil for George. He's a white gerbil who has been named Cobain. He seems to be a perky sort of rodent. Let's hope he lives a long fulfilled gerbil-y life.
I hit a milestone with my little blog on Christmas Eve. I got to 10,000 hits on the old site meter. Who'd have thought that my little ramblings would garner any interest outside my own circle of family and friends?
The 10,000th visitor was from Mississippi and a referral from Mad Cabbie's blog. Thanks for that Mad!
Here is me toasting all my visitors with a very nice Brunello de Montalcino, Castel Gioncondo 1998. I'd been saving it for Christmas. Very nice Italian red. If you ever get your hands on a bottle, let me know, I'll be over with my glass! Note paper hat on my head from the Christmas cracker.