Well: The dog ate my blog and I was busy you see...

I write to you, dear readers, from moomin land once again. So much has passed since the errant boiler died and was revived.

Big fellow and I recently put rather a good contract in the bag. Result!

Here at moomin land the clouds are closing in around one but that does lend some majesty to the season of mists and one can imagine the mellow fruitfulness even if you can't quite see it.

Pinga and flying Ant popped in too and very well they both seem. Even though Pinga is largely embarked upon more study and will be Limoge bound shortly.

Little fellow and littler fellow continue to growl, moo, bleat and do so excellently wind-up their associated parents that I assume all right with the world.

Big fellow's do on Sunday. Looking forward.

For more blogging message more...to the usual.

edit to read...what does that mean?? Hmm

Good night world