and rest...

The morning was spent packing Christmas into a roof box along with all the nonsense required to maintain a baby and seven year old for three days in the wilds of southwest Scotland, staying at the in-laws.

And now we're here, safely installed on the sofa with a bucket of wine in hand, one small child away with the fairies and an older one in something of a tizz.

Only one small bag of presents forgotten which would have barely been noticed by Tom, given the mountain of enormous stuff already accumulated under the tree. Spoilt doesn't even come close.

He's getting a stool from us.

Anyhow... Santa's whisky needs attention, as does the plate of chocolate truffles...

Happy Christmas one and all.