Where do jamjars go at Christmastime?

Um, hi. If you're here, you might know I've not been around much this year. Life has been getting in the way quite spectacularly, some of it good, some of it bad. I even managed to go to Glastonbury this year, but failed to write it up here (something future-me is going to be quite cross about).

But, you know, traditions is traditions. I am:
(a) at my parents' house
(b) in front of a real fire
(c) not with a pint of beer, because there was the end of a bottle of red wine that needed tidying up.

I have, of course, blanketed all the pigs for tomorrow's dinner. Mind you, the streaky bacon my mum had bought was the thickest thick-cut streaky bacon I have ever seen. And we have full-size pork sausages instead of chipolatas. So these are the most hench pigs in blankets you can imagine.

( Christmas Eve )

( Non-Christmassy General Update )