The Birmingham bull has got a new jumper for Christmas, not that he looks very happy about it.
And the only snow so far is inside the Bullring, and very pretty it is too. Darsh and I sat in Pret today, with a cup of soup each, just watching the people going by in Selfridges.
Santa doesn't come if you are still awake, but Joe simply couldn't keep his eyes open any longer tonight...
However he was pretty much on the ball when dad accidently dropped a board full of meat on the carpet tonight....
He really thought all his Christmases had come at once.
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