Well Baggees, today is Christmas Day, for those of us who celebrate it, so first of all, Baggy and all the gang, would like to wish you a very Happy Christmas from beautifully sunny Suffolk.
Look at that sky! Not a cloud in sight to produce a snowflake of any size in Suffolk, just horizon-to-horizon blueness, as the happy nutters did their Christmas morning swim!
It was actually surprisingly mild at Southwold this morning for once - just as well really as Creative Clara had Baggy put on her nutty, netty-skirt, which doesn't exactly keep the wind out. The pooch was happy to have a swim, even if Baggy and number one furry weren't.
So, naturally, as soon as they got home, presents were opened, while they drank tea and ate Calum's homemade sausage rolls. The pooch's two new toys didn't even last long enough for Furry Mama to take a photo of them, but at least he enjoyed himself ripping them to shreds. And Calum's (outdoor) dragon, seems to have taken up residence on the coffee table.
And yes Baggees, that is a glass of Bucks Fizz in Baggy's 60th-birthday glass, and jolly nice it was too!
Now although Calum is more like a five-year-old, than a fifty-five-year-old when it comes to presents; when it comes to cooking, The Domestic Goddess is delighted to say that he's the master! The traditional Christmas dinner was delicious, and now the Baggy household are flopping about eating too many chocolates, and watching television!
Happy Christmas to you all Baggees, wherever you are and whatever you are doing today...
Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No Baggy was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!
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