Friday 26 December 2014

Getting to Grips

After a shaky start to Christmas, both of us being infected with the rampant virus of choice, and my old steam-driven PC giving up the IT ghost, I'm now back in the world of cyberspace and wondering what tales and stories to tell you from our recent exploits.  Once another bottle of port has gone down and the cranberry candle has disappeared into the ether; and when I've found the 'delete' key on my new keyboard, I'll update Raven.  Then the serious writing starts once more ...

Until then, I hope you've had the most festive and peaceful of Christmases and your New Year will be a fine and noisy cracker, filled with love of course.

Oh, and Alphonse sends his love.  It's hard to tell much of what he's saying because the hat I knitted him turned out a bit bigger than the pattern suggested and he's muffled.

Merry Everything,

Raven

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