Purple Dragon

We have a Dancing Santa that my MIL gave Anthony for his first (or maybe 2nd) Christmas. It sings :

"I'm the Dancing Santa, I love to bring you toys
I have something in my sack for every girl and boy.
Down the chimney and under the tree
there's a gift for everyone
Back to my sleigh, Up up and away!
Have a very Merry Christmas"

And he dances. Badly. However, the kids have all been entralled by him, and this year, Rachel was introduced to him

So - here is a pic of the kids, two of whom are watching Santa dance, and the one we wanted to impress - watching her big bro dance

Here is a pic of the guys - Wookie is the black and Yoda the grey. They are brothers, and about 5 months old now. Really must remember to get them castrated.

I really wanted to name Wookie 'Groucho' because of his 'tache, but Yoda and Groucho didn't really work together.

Well, on Friday, our ghost turned up again I was standing at the kitchen sink, and it was dark, so you could see behind you thru the reflection in the window glass. I saw someone walk past the kitchen door, going along the hall. I thought it was Anthony, but it seemed a bit taller, and then seconds later (way too quick for it to have been him) I heard him and his sister upstairs in his bedroom. So - ghost is here, just keeping schtumn. Okay.

Saturday, there was a fantastic sunset. Here's a pic:

However, in rushing outside to take a pic, because it was so breathtaking, I fell down the front steps. I lay outside for a good couple of minutes before the wee man came out and found me. By which time I was feeling a bit better, so didn't need his Daddy to come rushing to my aid. I still have a sore arm, sore shoulders, and slightly sore hip. Nice compliment to my sore back.

Today when I was cleaning out the rabbits, I came out of the playhouse (where they are over-wintering) and cracked my head a good one on the doorframe. It is kid-sized - I'm not. Nearly broke me teeth when they clacked together.

Came back in the house, took off my overalls in the laundry room for washing, put my gloves away in the cupboard and shut the cupboard door on my chin.

Ger wouldn't let me up the ladder to put the christmas lights up outside the house. Wonder why

And finally - to put the cream on the cake of my weekend, Jon-the-Man http://shithappens.blog.co.uk/main/ has decided to stop blogging. I'm gutted.