Evenings at the farmhouse this time of year involve an en-mass tumble of cats and dogs heading for chairs, sewing bags and laps. The woodburner is crackling merrily away and the dogs are dreaming in their basket, feet twitching and the occasional growl breaking the snoozy snuffles.
I dreamt of a home full of pets. A happy, contented haven for us all away from lives perils. Today as the news of the virus seems ever worse, I am glad my little family is home safe.
Stay safe too and have a wonderful Christmas.