Poor Sammy R.I.P.

The doorbell went this morning and it was the husband of the lady who owns little Sammy. He was a lovely little black and white cat who has been visiting us for years. He came to our front door to get biscuits, and Vin would always keep a packet of them in our porch to go and feed him. We will really miss little Sammy, he was a beautiful cat, but was terrible for running over the roads, and in the end that caught him, and he was run over.  We know what that is like having lost our Tootsie just over a year ago now. 
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas round here at the moment . Vin got our three trees assembled yesterday and today we put the decorations on them. Always love doing that, they do look lovely when they are up and lit and decorated. Some of them we have had for years, one, a little box of tiny wooden angels that I got from Liberty's in London. They were £3.50 and I thought that was a fortune. Of course now it isn't.
Little Jessie is very comfortable in the middle of our Jane's bed. Looks lovely all curled up. 

The front of our little house, the tree in the front window and the candle arch above and a wreath on the front door. All set!