17:04
Bit late with the turkey. But, what the hell, it bought me time for a quick whisky. No-one threw up or choked, so I'd call that meal a success.
The wine was something red from Puglia. Very fruity. Just like my after-dinner farts.
Really tempted by another Laphroig. It is Christmas, after all.
How did manoeuvre no. 21 go? Amazing, isn't it? Who knew what excitement could be found in just 7 pieces of string and 2 boiled eggs?
I'll let you know what to do with the other egg next time.
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