Dear Friends, family and other animals,
Merry Christmas to one and all from the Brackenridge clan!
What an eventful year it has been for all of us. How many of us can believe that Martin has turned sixteen! It seems like only yesterday that I got arrested for questioning his parentage on the maternity wing! I would normally add that he’s never been kissed, to add a humourous aside to kick things off, but that wouldn’t strictly be true after that little bit of unpleasantness with Mr Fletcher in his last year at St Mary’s High. The blackmail payments keep the wolf from the Brackenridge door! I have arranged for Martin to be wed to his first cousin, a rather simple girl from County Tyrone, with a pronounced limp and tendency to dribble.