The Big Festive L

Well, we've got our Christmas tree up (although to be completely honest it's been up since mid November - I got a bit over keen about the upcoming festivities) and all the instructor's Christmas presents are wrapped, very prettily (I wrapped them; if I'd let Tony do it we'd still be cutting him out of a tangled web of sellotape and ribbon). We've even put a small box of Roses outside the door with a sign saying 'Happy Christmas from the Big Red L Company, please help yourself', which is all very well, except I have a suspicion that Tony's eating them. I suspect this because that's what I'm doing.

Unfortunately I will not be attending the Big Red L Christmas 'do'. This is because I very foolishly purchased tickets for a gig featuring that well known 90s Britpop band Shed 7 and it falls on the party night. This makes me sad, so I'm hoping that all the instructors will find time in their busy schedules to swing by and say Happy Christmas - ooh! Maybe we could even get some mulled wine in! Oh, wait, no, that's a silly idea, seeing as they generally drive a lot, and we tend to frown on drink driving - and drop off their ... I mean, pick up their presents. Although, I won't say no to a present or two.

I'd particularly like a puppy.