A Round Robin

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One of my pet hates at this time of the year are those Christmas cards that arrive bearing a letter that is copied to all the other "friends" of the sender and that tell you all about the minutiae of their ever so exciting lives. However, in the spirit of the season I thought that I'd let you have Pike's year to date. The highs and lows. The year started badly with the roof of P1ke towers needing to be replaced after the horrendous Santa sleigh crash. I am still waiting for his insurance company to come through. They cite problems with communicating with him. Apparently he is only available on December 24th. Pull the other one it has bells on it. After that comes a high point. The unveiling of the new car park. Regular readers will remember that I had to let my faithful retainer, Old Creaky, go but the good news is that I have managed to re-employ him as the car park attendant. He gets to live in the the little hut that guards the entrance so at least he keeps the rain off. We are forecast to have snow so I have also let him have some old feed sacks from the stables to keep him warm. No-one can call me less than generous. There then followed two wonderful events. First was the award to Pike Towers of a UK Heritage Lottery Award of £50 million in order for us to properly present our example of the first edition of Jane Austen's book "Shakespeare. Wot a Riter". We tried to get Jane over for the launch of our custom made visitor centre - a lavish log prefabricated lodge - but she was otherwise engaged. Which was a bit of a surprise because I thought that she wrote about love affairs, something that she never experienced herself. I hope that the engagement led to marriage. The other marvellous event was the surprise announcement that I had won the Nobel Prize for Terpsichory. I am often hopping about, sometimes to music, so I suppose that it is appropriate. Anyway I went over to Norway a fortnight ago and received the award. Not quite what I was expecting as there was no cake, but the open sandwiches on little pieces of crisp cardboard were quite pleasant. If you like that sort of thing. I also met a chap called O'Bama - Irish I think with a name like that. He'd won the prize for Peace. I presume that means that he doesn't make much noise. Amazing what they give prizes for. Last month saw the new fishing lake completed. Some may recall that in a quite unusual turn of events I gave birth to several tens of thousands of pike a year or so ago. Many went to Australia to stay with their Aunty Goodie. Anyway, she's sending them back in the Spring and they should be ready to catch by the end of the summer. Permits will be a snip at $10 per ounce live weight. I am not the sort of parent that expects anything in return from his offspring, but every little helps as a certain supermarket here says. That's about it for now. It's dark here now so I need to go and clamp the last of the cars that have failed to leave the car park by the dusk curfew. See you all soon and Season Greetings.