Aye up.
My visits to write LJ entries seem these days to be occasional, in every sense. But it's Christmas, and I know a couple of you look for me at Christmas, so here we are.
To cover the important traditional points: I'm at my parents' house, we've got the fire in, I've snuggled up the pigs in blankets, Dad and I have pints of beer. More to the point, it is proper brown beer that tastes brown, which is vanishingly hard to find these days. Rockin' Rudolph made by - of all people - Greene King. Who'd have thought it?
Today, we had a delightfully throwback experience: lift tree in from garden*, adorn tree with fairy lights, plug in fairy lights...
Nowt.
( Not a sausage. )
Also, as usual: I've written some Christmas puzzles. If you'd like them, drop me a line.
My visits to write LJ entries seem these days to be occasional, in every sense. But it's Christmas, and I know a couple of you look for me at Christmas, so here we are.
To cover the important traditional points: I'm at my parents' house, we've got the fire in, I've snuggled up the pigs in blankets, Dad and I have pints of beer. More to the point, it is proper brown beer that tastes brown, which is vanishingly hard to find these days. Rockin' Rudolph made by - of all people - Greene King. Who'd have thought it?
Today, we had a delightfully throwback experience: lift tree in from garden*, adorn tree with fairy lights, plug in fairy lights...
Nowt.
( Not a sausage. )
Also, as usual: I've written some Christmas puzzles. If you'd like them, drop me a line.