Not sure why Dolores has an animal programme on. She hates them. That's better. Some depressing news report.
A bit slow with the food this year. Haven't even had a starter yet. All the fault of that lazy git Andrew, of whom there's still no sight. As the duck isn't even in the oven yet, we might not get our dinner until midnight.
The sharp smokiness of the Bowmore compliments the general air of diappointment hanging over the house.
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