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She generally comes upstairs when I am in the bathroom and in no position to see what she is doing! When I saw her the other day she realised I was there at the top of the stairs and just carefully came up properly all the way . Of course this morning, as I came out of the bedroom, I watched her carefully turn around and reverse up the last few stairs but my phone was in the bedroom and I had no time to get it!

Sisters, sisters, there were never so devoted sisters!

Howpe yu hadda gud day LaVida! Birfday Wagz frum Nutmeg.

So far I have only seen her do it when I don’t have my phone on me.

Lurcher Nutmeg has long legs. She slipped once on a slippery floor and has hated them ever since. She panics and scrabbles across them when really all she needs to do is walk gently. Then she found that walking backwards means that she doesn’t slip and slide so that is what she does. She walks backwards across my friend’s vinyl kitchen floor and sometimes across my dining room floor because she was dashing through and slipped once and now refuses to walk across there unless she thinks there might be a microwave meal dish to lick out. Until recently I kept a stair gate across the foot of the stairs but that’s gone now so she has taken to coming upstairs when I am up there. At first she came up them carefully but then got blasé and began to leap up them until one time very recently when I heard a scuffle and a thump when she must have missed her footing and slipped on the carpeting. The last few days her journey upstairs has been very quiet and today I found out why. She started off very carefully mounting the stairs until about four from the top when she moved herself around and came up onto the landing backwards! I’m guessing that she remembers where she slipped and has decided that she should do that bit backwards to avoid slipping again. Do you think I have a nutty Nuttymeg or a genius?

Good to see Wiki’s skills are recognised and appreciated!

While shopping today I saw a lady with a cat on a lead. The poor thing looked most unhappy walking through a shopping arcade from the car park. It was just an ordinary black and white moggy with lots of coat. I felt really sorry for it.

Oh yuk!

I always do!

Merry Krikkulmuss frum Nutmeg and Mum.

The US Post have done their job This elf does not have to sob or cry because it’s gone astray, It’s there and ready for Christmas Day. My task is done as Santa’s elf, i’ll go and sit back on my shelf. 🦇

That might be right and tight, I’ll check with Santa tonight. 🦇

Now Santa’s back from fishing and a reply he’s wishing, hoping to hear a parcel has come and the postal system hasn’t been dumb and lost the package that he sent and spoilt the good wishes that were meant. The batty one.🦇

Anything done in the garden gets scooped into larger plastic bags of any description and tied off goes in the fortnightly household refuse collection. Walking around the estate I use purpose bought poop bags, sliced bread bags or any smaller sized bags I can get my hands on. Like Clare they go into local Council supplied special dog poop bins or normal rubbish bins. Up in the forest it is “stick and flick” so very little is left on a path for children to run through. Really sloppy “gifts” I just collect as much as possible and any remains wait to get washed away or disposed of by any wildlife that would enjoy it! That reminds me, I must go and put the bin out ready for tomorrow morning.

Ha Pee Birfday Punkin. Wagz frum Nutmeg.

Now Ellen, Santa’s given me the nod, as he’s gone fishing off Cape Cod, that Gelsey’s gift is on the way and is safely left until Christmas Day. He said it’s sent by US Mail, who deliver, (I’m told) through rain and hail. So keep your eyes peeled for the post while having your breakfast tea and toast. The package should hold everything to make your Christmas go with a swing. Now it’s nearly time for bed, with my job done I can rest my head. 🦇 The batty one.

Well Gelsey your reply makes things quite clear, I’ll make sure to tell Santa what you’d like this year and send him off to do his best while I put my feet up and have a rest. 🦇

Hey Buddy, I yam heer snoozing to Classic FM too. Kool T shirt. Ha pee Birfday. Nutmeg down in Dorset.

I go with BatterseaBrindl on this one, it could well be that the Collie was eyeballing your boy and he objected to it. The only dogs my first, intact whippet disliked were Collies for that reason, he was a dominant dog and wouldn’t take them staring him out.

This elf is short of Christmas socks, She hasn’t found them in the box, Without, her mind is working slow, She needs to make her brain cells glow!😵‍💫 The central heating has now come on, The howling wind and rain have gone I’ve found some socks with robins bright That should get my brain to work tonight.👍 Now Gelsey’s my first request of the year, About yourself Santa longs to hear. Are you a houndie who plays with toys Or prefers to go out for drinks with the boys? Do you like biscuits or shun them with scorn, Can you eat fish or would you rather have corn? It’s things like this that Santa would know Before he sets off to shop in the snow. The same for your Mum, Ellen by name, I have to make sure to keep her in the frame. For someone who cares for you so well Her likes and dislikes to Santa please tell. In short, the low down I just need To keep old Santa up to speed So you get presents that fit just right And both are happy come Christmas night! 🦇 The batty one.

I fink that iz betta then getting rayned on Wiki but I yam not shur! Nutmeg.

Yu doin a greyt job ther Wiki. Nuttymeg.