Wintery

It was the end of year disco for all the kids football teams last night. Joe really didn't want to go so I popped up there with Eve, just planning to drop her off for a few hours as a pal offered to bring her home afterwards. But I got chatting with a few of the other footie dad's and as some of them had been at office christmas parties all afternoon it was entertaining. However I stayed all night and so this morning was feeling a bit fragile, not helped by the fact that the whippet had redecorated the kitchen floor all night. There was hardly a square foot of flooring that wasn't covered in whippet crap. So, Mrs S got the short straw and did the swabbing down while I got the vegetables and the brisket into the slow cooker. At least the smell of the food covered the stench of the whippet.

Grabbed this photo on a walk through the graveyard in an attempt to blow away the cobwebs. It didn't work. The cheeky pint in The Tyneside was much more successful though.