I was on my way to the hospice yesterday, I got to the top of Frocester Hill and the engine light came on. Oops I thought, get to trundlebuggy hospital. so took it easy getting there, my mate, who owns the place, Had a quick look, told me to take it home and come back down in the morning i.e. today and he'll sort it out. he will drive me back home. He obviously knows what it is. so that's today taken care of. So I'll write a load of christmas cards today. So the hospice will have to wait until Monday. Always at the most inconvenient time in't it!
No evil, especially as one of the things Santa knows is she has been skipping cello practice, I think an hour a day is long enough. Maybe she should practice her Christmas carols as well... her mum is one of my best friends she will want to kill me after a few days