Today, Hedgehog and Mrs Hedgehog have finished off all their Christmas cards and dropped them in the post. At last! This is a task which could quite easily have been completed any time in the past month, but , of course, was left until after the last day for second class post. (Non-Brits can have a translation of this on request).
I am now sitting at my desk in the fading light, with a stripy cat curled up under the desk lamp, pounding this missive into the laptop. It's a quiet Sunday, settling down after a hard frost overnight. Winter cabbages and leeks which have wilted under the blast of frost are just starting to perk up as the temperature slides above zero again.
What will Hedgehog do now? When he gets the plot and his act together, he'll start writing the second novel. Hmm. Earl Grey? Assam? China? Darjeeling? Slurp.
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