Nick decided to hand paint all his cards this year, so most of them never got finished in time but Tingle has promised to go out and do a special delivery for him with the late ones. I think I will have to take charge of things next year.
The reindeer are threatening to strike again. They want less interference in their work rotas and, as usual, more brussel sprouts. Actually, I think the real cause is all down to Tingle and the trouble caused by his turbo charged sledge. It has unsettled them. They think that even though the prototype wasn't an unqualified success (!) it is the writing on the wall and they fear finding themselves out of a job before long. I don't think it will happen myself. Christmas is all about tradition, and reindeer are simply part of that.
Miss MacGrammar is returning from Aberystwyth for Christmas, but, fortunately, she has decided to go back in time for the new term of 2017 as she feels they need her. I have had to speak very firmly to Grumbo, Phizzy and Tingle about being kind to her while she is with us, but I'm not sure they really listened.
Florence has filled an entire storeroom with mince pies. -At least it is preferable to tripe, but I doubt if i will do anything for Grumbo's waistline. I have warned him. I haven't yet forgotten the night they had to extract Smithers from a training chimney with Father Edmund's corkscrew. It wasn't a pretty sight. In Grumbo's case it would be even messier I feel as he simply will not use the disposeable chimney liners. He says they are new fangled nonsense, so he invariably comes back absolutely coated in soot and, of course, it is down to me to get his uniform clean and red again, but I have to say that the fur on the edge will never come better than pale grey nowadays.
Well, I'd better finish there as Florence wants some help with the turkeys and Rhodri is getting himself into a tizz over his new packing machine.
Have a lovely happy time!