Entish?

I'm not sure whether I'll have time to write properly today as it's our last evening in the UK and as you can imagine, that means lots of sad farewells in the pub. But my mother was very keen I should tell you all that earlier today, when Dot was grizzling, she sat her in front of the Christmas tree (before we brought it down) and Dot happily chatted away to the tree for half an hour. She doesn't do that with people. Now that's what you call a little green dot.

With any luck I'll find time later to tell you about the cheese taste test we did last night: organic versus not. If not, more of that once we get back home on Monday. Cheerio.