Yes, well, that's enough jollity to be going on with! Actually, I am feeling rather jolly this morning because once again I have out-whizzed all those computer wizards (like 'SoD' and the combined IT department at TypePad) by finding a simple solution to my Christmas card problem. Regular readers will remember my utterly brilliant Christmas card from last year (and possibly even the year before) which, I feel, adds an entirely new dimension to the art(?) of photography - sorry, did you say something? Anyway, I know how disappointed you all would be if I failed to reproduce it this year and so off I trotted to my photo library and clicked on the picture and then attempted to paste it onto my blog. Result - zilch, nothing, a blank! So I rang my IT Manager, a.k.a. 'SoD', and he frigged about with it and got absolutely nowhere - so he's fired, er, after I get my Christmas present, of course. I then sent a complaint to the delicious Californian babes who rock 'n' roll at TypePad. Almost by return I had a long reply from Marilyn (by jove, "Marilyn"! I trembled, I tell you, trembled!) which is, I just know, sweet and generous and helpful but, alas, written entirely in 'Klingonese'. The only words I understood were "Hi, David" - such a sweetie that Marilyn!
Well, I gave up on the idea and was intending to simply provide you all with a written seasonal message but, with the sort of flash of brilliance and insight with which old Albert 'Whatnotstein' must have been familiar as he grappled with all those sums, I suddenly remembered that I had posted the photo last year so perhaps if I went back and swiped it I might be able to paste it - et voila!
So there you have it, my friends, one of the greatest photos ever taken, er, well, taken from my spare bedroom window, that is, and during one of the most severe bouts of global warming we have experienced in years! Dear old St. John's of Milborne Port - and I do mean old! The central arches which support the tower are Romanesque and may date back a thousand years. The only unfortunate thing about this photo is that it fails to show to best advantage my superb grass-cutting skills but I know that I can safely leave that to your imaginations!
Anyway, as you all (I hope) gather together with your families over the next few days, both I and the 'Memsahib' send you our Very Best Christmas Wishes