I am painfully aware that this is coming eight months late. I’m trying hard to catch up! In fact, starting today, we’re going to three posts a day to that end.

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Mr and Mrs Bugg are wearing party hats, waving champagne coupes, and blowing those rolled-up paper squeaker things. They look like they’re having a marvelous time.

The text reads: “Happy New Bugg Year!”