Toby’s Eggnog

A bit of time spent lifting and relaying setts outside the back door, to see if a bit of aggregate will help the water soak away. Hmmm.
The nephew called in to pick up the Moffat presents - as everything is locking down he’s doing what a lot of other young people are doing - legging it back to his folks while he still can. For how long, who knows. Surging mutant virus scream the headlines. Run for the hills, people!
The London tiddlers have already made their escape and are holed up somewhere.
Then the announcements - it’s all off, or much downsized - the five day Christmas break is in the bin, it’s one day if you’re lucky (or not, depending on your relatives). And our Nicola isn’t far behind. It’s tier 4 for the lot of us from Boxing Day. A high tech solution. Thank efff this isn’t SARS or we’d be in serious doodoo.
And finally, Mank - it had been getting such rave from the cinephiles that it had to be watched. And I can see why - though I must admit I'd to bone up on the main characters to really get into it.