Hello, Ludo here.

Everything seems to happen at once this week. We finish our seven weeks of mourning for Locksley, and Mummy says she’ll put the Christmas decorations on here this evening, as she’ll forget tomorrow.

She’ll forget tomorrow because she’s taking Victor for his check-up with Dr Rebekah, and she nearly forgot that yesterday when she arranged to see her brother and sister-in-law around 11am. But then she realised she’d done that, and decided that Victor could go with her, because it’s just an alternative route to the vets. She was only going to drop off their presents, because they’re both unwell.

I think she’s got all the presents for everyone sorted and wrapped. She started tidying the front room yesterday, ready to put the Christmas tree up, but she didn’t get far with the tree. She also hasn’t done anything about trying to get the three of us together for a Christmas photo. Maybe she’ll try that today, once she’s delivered cards and presents to the neighbours.

Christmas sounds like a lot of work. But it’s good to know she’s still thinking of Locksley and the rest of us. I miss Locksley. Although, from what Mummy said when we were last with Dr Rebekah, both of them think he had something incurable, and he went over the rainbow bridge at the right time for him. We’re still not sure whether Victor’s lump is incurable, but he’s pleased to be without it, and looking forward to his Christmas present.

As are we all.

Have a nice Christmas, or other seasonal celebration. We had a lovely Winter Solstice, with blackcurrant pellets to eat, and sunshine and moonshine through our doors.

love

Ludo x