Captain Midnight here with fantastic news.
Chinese New Year 2018 and it’s the Year of the Dog!
I thought every year was the year of the dog. 238 more words
Captain Midnight here in the post-Christmas doldrums.
The pack was supposed to be cavorting on the beach in Lyme Regis this New Year but we stayed in London instead because Herself has hurt her back and, not to be outdone, Himself has “a terrible cold and a cricked neck.” They’ve been sprawled on the couch for days, moaning and groaning, though I notice that they still manage to get up to pour drinks and stuff themselves on leftovers. 226 more words