Sunday 24 December 2017

Christmas Eve 2017

Twas the Sunday before Christmas; you can check out The Blob briefly but really you should be peeling the chestnuts for tomorrow's stuffing. Getting quietly blotto is acceptable as well. I'm in the bosom of my family, me: three generations of descendants fighting each other to get access to the stove. I don't ask for much: roast potatoes tomorrow; rissoles for St Stephen's Day;
a nice
or two along the way.
That's all, Folks. Bingle Jells.

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