Beloved readers, today has been one of the coldest days on record here in Bugleland, so here just for you and for you only, some images to warm the cockles of your heart. Above you will see young Peter looking rather splendid in his new hand knitted sweater about to cycle off to meet his chums for a jolly cycle along the towpath.

 Here's Peter's father Cuthbert potting on his Ariculas looking equally splendid in his new tanktop.

 And here's Peter's mama Ethel saying to her beloved "if you get any soil on that sweater I'll break your f*****g legs, you clot!"

 Some young scamps having fun on the riverbank, shortly after this picture was taken the little rascal in the green sweater pushed his dog into the water, where it was swept away by the current.

 Forbes minor is showing his pal Archibald the latest copy of Wild Birds monthly.

 Three gentlemen about to enjoy a round of golf..

 Some more little rascal's enjoying a joke, and look, they've found the little dog that was thrown in the river.

 The little chap on the right is trying entice the other boys with some home made booze, but they're having none of it.

"Lummy Archie look at the sails on that!"

And these little tinkers look on in amusement as that poor little dog has just drank a whole jam jar of that booze. It's the vets for you in the morning Bonzo!
Thank you ever so much.