Tunneling, Turkey and Time to Move On.

Time to take stock, Brian.


Pictured in happier times.


As Noel Coward almost said, "the poultry's over, time to call it a day".
Brian, the turkey, is no more. He has served me well and his skeletal frame is now going to take a long, hot bath in the stock pot and be reincarnated as soup.
Brian lasted until this morning when the dogs were treated to the last he had to offer and so, for me, that marks the official end of the festive ferago. It's now time to look ahead and see what can be made of the new year.
Well, hopes of a bright, new future and that this year things will be different took a slight bashing a little over 19 hours into 2007 - that's how long it took "them" to screen The Great Escape on "normal" telly! Lordy, lordy, Christ's kittens, I thought we'd got away with it for once, but no. They sneaked it in, pardon the cliched pun, under the wire.
It's not a good omen, starting the crisp and crunchy new year off with something as stale and unappealing as the bottom of an incontinent's laundry basket. I'm sure there are four words missing from the first verse of Genesis - "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth...............and The Great Escape." I think he also knocked out my car and the wiring at Pither Towers, but that's for another time. I was actually toying with the idea of relaxing on the settee and watching the film AGAIN when my dogs, or 75 per cent of them anyway, forced me into doing something more productive.

Anyway, my resolutions swing into action from tomorrow. I can't say what they are, they're a secret, but suffice to say that this time next year I hope to be a lot lighter and a wealthy, non-smoker living approximatley 300 miles from where I am now - Ooh, what a give-away.
In the meantime, I hope the Great Escapers surface in Grantham and stay there.