"I need to pick the pace up, kids. Two hours in and I'm only on my second sherry."
Laphroaig should liven me up. I've poured myself a double. It is Christmas, after all.
I'm surprised Alexei hasn't cracked opened his gin yet. "Lexie, I'm surprised you haven't cracked opened your gin yet."
"Oh god Ronald, he doesn't want to overdo it. He'll drink some wine in a minute." Dolores says.
"I know what he's doing. He'll wait until we're in bed, then open it. Anything to deprive his poor, old Dad of a tot. The bastard."
No devilish jigsaw this year. But my brother has given me a 3D puzzle. Hopefully it'll keep us entertained for the afternoon.
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