After two years of badgering I gave in and allowed my wife a puppy. Said pup is now 11 months and I love her to bit's, but it does mean we can't go to my dog fearing, immaculately housed sister's whose turn it is this year.
My wife is a bit miffed, but we will have a lovely country walk with said pooch and then I'm determined to make her the best Christmas dinner ever (lamb, not turkey.)Then drive down to my other (dog loving) sister for drinks and nibbles.
My Mum doesn't cook Christmas dinner anymore and quite right too. She has been doing it for the last thirty odd years and earned her retirement.
Looking forward to nice walks and bike rides.