Toothy calls in to check on chokkit supplies and gives them a much needed top up.
She sends hugs to Docandie. The election visits sound unpleasant and some people could do with a good dose of courtesy. Toothy's mum was good at courtesy, whoever you were, and Toothy tries to live by those standards as far as she can, although she recognises that her fuse is a bit shorter than her mum's was.
Will and Chilli speak the truth when it comes to St Marks Square being a teensy bit pricier than Harrods, but withouth the green logo'd bag. Or however you spell logo'd...logoed... Ahem. Moving on...
Mr Totty also added to the list that VWs don't float either... Well, not the ones we've seen.

Anyhoo...Toothy is feeling all domestic this weekend as she's finally got round to making her Christmas pudding and mincemeat batches and everything is acookin'. Once it's all cooled down, Toothy will put the pudding and jars of mincemeat in a cool cupboard to allow the alcoholic content to do its stuff, ready for the festivities in a couple of months' time. Yikes! A couple of months! Time to get going on the present buying...
