"That's the last...

… as the Cobbler said when he hit his wife."

Christmas is now officially OVER.

Date about par for the course (Post Alice), though the mourning frame didn't stay as thick thereafter.
Without Alice in charge it takes a bit of an effort of will to keep off it, but - I do manage.
It's a double last actually. It's no great secret, just never shouted about; Alice had a short, very unpleasant, first marriage; this plate is the last remnant of one of her Mk I wedding presents.