Turned out nice again

Newtonhill.... sub-zero swingpark with bonus wind and dog crap. Peter and Lizzie don't mind.

Christmas Morning

It's here again. Pictures...

First, THIS is the wreckage we found on the wee table in the living room. That's one greedy sod, that Santa. And Rudolph.



Baby Wet n' Wiggles. He wets, and he wiggles. It's a disgrace.



Peter seems pleased with his Thomas the Tank Engine tent.


And in it...



And wrecking it with his digger



It's carnage in here

See!

Santa says Not Guilty. Lizzie is exonerated on all charges. Santa was obviously drunk and took his eye off the ball during the School Assembly Incident.

Caught in the act

Christmas Eve, and I caught Peter under the tree checking out his loot.

Dylan, 1989 - 2007

RIP Dylan

We're not having much luck with the cats recently.

Dylan... son of Ziggy (father not known, could have been any of a selection of seven or so). A somewhat effeminate character. Useless hunter. Last member standing from the 'Gang of Six' that used to abuse our generousity. Dweezil, Dylan, Ziggy, Beau-beau, Smudge and Arthur. All dead. Some not before time. Shame about Dyl-boy - he was the only one I liked.

Lizzie and Dylan in the halcyon days of their youth.

Ziggy, 1989 - 2007

RIP Ziggy.

A cat with personality flaws. And a fat arse. Sorely missed by manufacturers of cat biscuits everywhere.

Look what I found when I got home last night. There's no explanation for this.

SOmetimes photos remind you of more than you want to remember.

Non-sex-stereotypical plastic crap

Even Peter likes his Princesses

Aviemore, April 2007

Wow, it's been a while. Everyone's still alive. Hereby a photographic record of our overpriced World Tour of Aviemore.