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Good Times

We're going to be travelling and catching up with family so I will take this opportunity to thank you for reading Home Thoughts Weekly.  Like any other year, 2014 has brought its share of ups and downs but I'm going into the New Year thinking of all the happy times.  


All best wishes to you and yours for Christmas and the New Year.

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Thank you Chris and the same to you and your family as well!
Chris Stovell said…
Many thanks, Chanpreet. x
Sally Townsend said…
Absolutely, remember the ups not the downs ! Happy Christmas
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Sally. Wishing you many 'ups' in the New Year.
Lins' lleisio said…
Happy Christmas and New Year to you and all your family. I hope to see you in 2015 - fingers crossed.
Irish Eyes said…
Nollaig shona dhuit Chris, and to Tom . Looking forward to more Home Thoughts in 2015.
It has been a marathon year all round I think. I won't forget 2014 in a hurry. Overall its been a good year, probably down to not getting to Galway on schedule ;-) maybe next year!
Enjoy your travels my friend, you deserve the rest. XX
Frances said…
Chris, I do like the way that you've described this year that is vanishing so quickly, leaving on its sands all sorts of memories.

I count amongst my happy 2014 days all the opportunities it has given me to read your excellent writing either right here, or in your novels.

How fortunate I am to have had the additional pleasure of meeting you and Tom in person. How much I hope that the new year 2015...just around the time corner (must remember to ask Tom if there is such a thing as a time corner) I will get to see you all again.

Happy Christmas and lots of love to you all from New York City. xo
Clare Chase said…
A very happy Christmas to you and your family, Chris! xx
Pondside said…
I wish you all the best in 2015, Chris. I was thinking of you and yours the other evening as it snowed and hit -22C in this new-to-your-family city. I hope it is suiting them!
Chris Stovell said…
It's lovely of you to visit, Pondside, and to think of us when you've so much on your mind. The little family's thriving - thank you... although I don't envy them those temperatures.
Chris Stovell said…
Happy New Year, Lins - we must liaise with Mags and do it!

IE I do look forwards to the story of you getting Himself to Galway - I know it will make wonderful reading like all your posts. All best wishes to you, Cx

Frances, that's most kind of you - I've recently returned from reading your first post of the year which is always a pleasure to read and to see your photos of your wonderful city. Love to you, Cx

And to you, Clare - I wish you every writing success in 2015. Cx


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