How to Abduct the Grandma Person for Christmas
We have fought through snowstorms and thick ice to rescue the Grandma person from her nice warm flat by the sea; where there is no snow and she could walk out and enjoy the Llandudno Prom and also see the wonderful view up the Conway Valley to Snowdonia, where the snow looks beautiful from a distance. This barmy escapade did however, gave me the opportunity to engage in a favourite pastime of dragging him down to the Promenade for some wonderful ball games on the water’s edge. We arrived home to beautiful Rutland with black threatening clouds on the horizon, it was very cold. But off we go for my afternoon stroll. We got caught in a blizzard; luckily the Grandma Person had very sensibly stayed indoors.
We have brought her to Rutland where although it is always beautiful in my eyes, is cold and bleak for her. Also because my necessary interloper says it is like an ice rink outside she has to remain indoors. I cannot for the life of me see the sense in this ill conceived adventure: but no doubt there will be some sense made of it eventually and some of her packages have very interesting aromas.
I am not sure that they have any idea how to get her home again. There is more snow on the way the oblong box says. Still at least I know I will have another opportunity to race along the Prom before too long.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie