on sunday we had a late christmas celebration with roger, sheila and, of course, hippolyta, who I was disturbed to discover had (like many a diva before her) found her self an admirer in the military.
however, there didn't seem much going on under the busby, so i don't think it's going tot be a relationship of lasting significance.
we had a jolly time and buttons hippo's stories were unexpectedly (and pleasantly) brief...
the ethnic-looking bowl is, i think he said, a native artifact from the upper limpopo.
after a glass or two of prosecco, i'm afraid h and i got a bit rowdy and i chased her up the christmas tree where, obviously, she outshone the star!