Brrrr! That cold air hits hard when you get out of that hot tub. Glad to be back inside for a hot toddy. I hear the Canadians are in and in good voice singing their one and only carol "We Three Kings of Ontario are".

Ah, lunch. I think the lobster bisque followed by pigeon pie and maybe just a morsel of christmas pud. Thankfully the jello has all gone now, swept out with the empty shell that was once John Boy Walton. That Knacker Lacquer was fading fast at the end, I think in future we'll try the ACME "BOLLOCK BRITE" and the festive headed thumb tacks.

Getting close now. Time to do the Christmas shopping.