Three Generations

If you look at yesterday's photo the bike on the left is the one in this photo.

This photo hangs on our bedroom wall and is my father-in-law, with the same bike.

My son now rides it when he goes into town, as he is afraid that his expensive road bike will be stolen. So three generations have ridden it.

I used my illness today to lie in bed.

And I used my illness to drink lots of medicinal whiskey.

But I did put the Christmas cake in the oven, forgetting that it needed to be there for four hours so late to bed for me.