Well, it's been unusually mild here for a couple of days, but there's still a layer of wet snow out there on the lawn. The dachshunds got some ham, wrapped up in Christmas paper, and had a big exciting time unwrapping it, as usual. My parents are rushing around in the usual dithering state of confusion, late for dinner with their friend, Lottie, who will bury them under an unceasing avalanche of German cooking. The dogs will also get to partake, and partake, and partake, and will probably later experience serious stomach upsets in the middle of the night...Lottie cannot resist pampering dachshunds.

Mr Chongo is lying comatose on the downstairs couch, having drunk himself into the kind of stupor typical of a lovelorn Primate Eye alone on Christmas. He's not completely alone, but you know what I mean. I don't think he'll be up for more sleuthing until at least Saturday. Damn good thing there are no hyperactive little kids running aroung here!

Rumours are, it will be a mild winter in Canada. I hope so. Have a lovely day, all...

- LH