Obligatory Christmas Barbie Number Two

For Christmas Day, in between skypage and so on and so forth, we went out for Barbie Number Two.

The venue for BBQ#2 was a valley, in woods, so no danger of mountain breezes disrupting the fire. The barbecues were the basic variety requiring the combustion of wood beneath a hot-plate. PIne Rivers barbies.

I should mention to those of you without the know that I agreed to dogsit a dog (obviously) over the period of so-called-festive-cheer and said mutt was delivered on Christmas Day.

Whilst the mutt was delivered, Eloise and I were out on our second bike ride of the day with her ladyship riding pillion if that's the word on her new trail-along-bike that was her best christmas present ever.

The barbie doll from Santa that she found in her stocking was a hit too.

Along with all the presents she got from her generous public too, obviously. Those that made it past Matilda that is.

So anyway the mutt, whose name is Lily, is a short-arsed long-haired Spaniel type thing. In the forest we soon found out that the dog likes water. The muddier the better.

Whilst Nicole cooked and Eloise played Barbie, I walked the dogs, which was a successful all-round approach which kept everyone happy.

When I got back the barbie was crackling and soon we were munching on the Xmas snacks, filling ourselves up very nicely and spoiling our appetites for the hot food. Burp.

Nicole was on nights so we had to get home at some point, and complete the skype duties prior to getting the Excited One into bed.