Two Days Before Christmas
For the second time in two days we pull up at the Threesome's...
Fivesome's?
... home, this time with my Gang of Four in the back, howling enthusiasm as they realise where they are; yapping, barking and baying demands to be let out right now.
The door opens to Michael... "Ah, that's great," he says. "You made it..." Then he stands back hastily as my Gang barge past him in a hairy, slobbering crowd into their old 'home'. "Looks like they remember where they are..." he laughs.
"And are pleased to be here too." I kiss his cheek. "And thank you so much for this."
"It's a pleasure, Kirstie, to be able to help. And you too Ryan. We were worrying you might be beaten by the snow." He cranes out, scanning the sky. "You got here just in time, I'd say. The forecast say
