I have been deep deep deep undercover for what I am now told is 4, maybe 5 weeks, on Christmas eve, maybe something snapped, not sure what, I was just getting used to the isolation, the large slobbering dobermans, the peace, the quiet, the liberation from the Christmas rush, I have not bought a single present, nor a card, and have forgoton just how much Sian actually loves Christmas, but due to wanting to get our money straight, I suggested a while back that we cancel Christmas, Around 3pm on Christmas eve, after finishing the last laptop for a young girl, whom I had promised would be ready for the day, I felt a relief, it was all finally over, this awful period that I have to put up with every year, when people go mad, and spend every penny on stuff they really really do not need, well, there was no way this year I was buying into all that, however Sians eyes told a different story, at that moment, when I got home, everything lifted, its strange, like putting on a fresh personality, I was back, I had gone nearly 3 months getting rid of everything that defined me, my food, the odd beer, the howling, the ridiculously high sex drive, I guess, as definitions go, I would like to have had a few that made me look something other than a sex crazed glutton that likes Land Rovers, but thats what I got, no point denying it, I feel whole today, the sun is shining outside the shop, people are again in queues of cars, yesterday was very very pleasant, although the cooker decided to break in the middle of the turkey (reduced by 75%, haha who said we would not be able to buy one on Christmas Eve). but I grilled the veg, and the turkey was luckily cooked, I do always buy the dogs Xmas Stockings from the pet shop, so we watched the boys open them and then run around madly with the toys, Cessation of anything in an effort to change age old habits is a fools game, without understanding yourself, and being able to figure whats going, why its going on, what to ignore, what to take on board, what to push, what to keep on the back burner, some might call it all common sense, I guess it is, but then Sikhism is a commen sense type of religion, type of way of life, The puppies are getting more and more naughty, but none the less adorable, I have put up plastic sheets in front of the windows in their room, as they keep smashing panes of glass by headbutting them, I spent 2 days nailing, screwing secondary double glazing in, and finally, it looked great. Christmas morning, I came down to find it all ripped off, the leather sofa ripped up, the plastic in pieces all over the floor, except one rather large piece, which had they had both defacated on, as I walked in, they both sat down and grinned at me, Brans was a bit helpless, Rory made me do it, Rory was a bit more mocking, but then again I am not sure Bran is as pure as the driven snow. A few days ago, on a walk, in the dark, (they both wear flashing collars, red and white), Bran came running back to us with something dangling from his mouth, Sian took it and stated, uhmm its a rabbit, Is it still alive, I asked, well, its got no head, but its very warm, maybe Bran is the naughty one, someone must have just killed it, bitten its head off, but no, not my puppies, they are cute little puppies not bunny killers! Sian wrestled it from Brans mouth, and gave it to me, I ran away, I did not want to be holding headless bunny, so she threw it, and 5 mins later, Bran reappeared with it, so this time, she wrestled it off him, and really threw it hard, over the fence of the field towards the dual carriageway that runs along side, in the pitch black, a headless bunny arced towards the sky, and unknown to us, landed straight on the windscreen of a BMW that happened to be tailgaiting another car, I heard a screech of brakes, some swearing, and then a few seconds later, headless bunny appeared in the sky and landed a few yards from us. The puppies looked at Sian, looked at me, looked at each other, and then ran for the bunny, whom was clearly destined never to leave the field. I live in a madhouse..