Pre dinner scotch

Up from 2-5am this morning for the Argentina - France game (and it was well worth it) followed by a few hours sleep before a day of Christmas shopping and shovelling mulch and veggie mix out of the ute. Loved every minute of it but now a quiet beverage before dinner - that’s the chef doing her blip in the background.
Now I don’t know why I have a Campbell glass in my possession. Maybe my great grandfather pilfered it from them as a trophy before he escaped to Oz in the 1870s.