Christmas innit?

Missing in action: Mrs Raheny, driving to the airport to get a covid test done (negative, thank fuck for that, as she is flying to see her bro in Seville in two days' time). Also missing: Finnzy-Bob, who was having a quiet time drawing in this room. He was saving some energy for his notorious siren sounds when we played cards later on. 
No Christmas swim today, the weather was irremediably shite. At one stage there were two leaks above our bed, now it is just down to one leak. 
Then it was the usual tons of food, copious amounts of drink, card games, bloated feeling, second wind, flambeed Christmas pudding, rapid demise of the second wind. They will soon be ripe for bed. 

Then I might get some quality time on the Xbox. 
Or go for a swim.