Filled with Christmas cheer, to say nothing of turkey, minced pies, all washed down with a few bottles of robust claret, your correspondent weaves an unsteady path back into the Blogosphere. The Free Markettes are currently in a post present rehab as certainly my eldest having spent approx. 72 hours in a state of complete sensory overload – hyperactive & incoherent for the most part. The youngest, learnt to walk and is taking her first tentative steps & in fact already steers a straighter course than her farther does.

Now sporting a fine set of new shooting tweeds (thank you Father Christmas a.k.a. Visa) pheasants have already been murdered in a sickening orgy of Boxing Day killing – well if the truth be know, it poured with rain all day & but rest assured, the humour stayed dry.

So enough of all of that, shall we get going…..?