|Cute but doomed|
He recently had the misfortune of being scratched by one of his protégés the second time he sprayed it with an antiseptic — in a vain attempt to cure its ear mites. His subsequent plea for better cat by-laws was written up in the paper just before Christmas and dismissed as impossible to enforce by the local authorities who noted that “people” should stop feeding the cats.
|And this is just the dessert table|
|Our Princess Margaret and Queen Elizabeth sisters|
The woman I was being so solicitous towards was the sister of the afflicted woman, and worse, she has been widowed for many years. Not only that but I have confused her with her sister before. Mortified, I tried to disappear into nearest door jamb.
|mmmm ... shrimps|
We were well lashed with turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce and mince pie by the time we set out for my mother’s retirement home in Toronto. We had to miss the Christmas dinner at Christie Gardens because they hold it at lunch and we couldn’t get there in time and still have Greg’s Christmas Day service. Mother scooted down for it, but at supper we enjoyed salmon. It took two days before turkey reappeared on the menu, this time as a sandwich.