Settled into a large and comfortable armchair by the blazing real log fire. Someone handed me a pint of something called "That Stuff". As they say around here 'kinell. The whole of Christmas in one glass and so thick it had to be chewed. That could have been something to do with the squid of course, he seemed quite partial to it which is probably why he was led away. Didn't go quietly though. Never knew that squids knew the dirty version of British Grenadiers.

Now the hubbub has died down a bit the booze and the fire seem to be working their old magic and I may just let myself drift off for a little snoo.......