Our house has been visited by the pitter-patter of little feet. OK, well, their feet are actually too big to pitter-patter – it’s more like slap-slap-stomp-stomp-stomp. But, anyway, my stepdaughter and the grandkids came in last night. I heard them, but as it was something like midnight, I couldn’t quite drag myself out of bed to say hello (that is way, way past my bedtime). Should be good for the dogs – they like having company (especially the kind that drops a lot of food). Everything’s quiet, now (too quiet, one might say), but I expect to run into them at some point over the next week or so. Not this morning, I’m sure, as it’s an early day for me, and I’ll no doubt be long gone and at work before these creatures are stirring. Speaking of creatures, I reckon I’d better go and check the pool for critters. Dead varmints floating around would probably make a bad impression on the kids (though it would give them something to take back to Alaska to remember us by).