Friday, 25 December 2020

Drinkalongathon 2020 - garden and Laphroig



 Getting in a quick whisky while I'm boiling the potatoes to mush. Brilliant. No need to mash them. All that pointless physical effort saved.

The garden looks a bit dull. Just like my senses, after that rather stiff Laphroig.

String alert! I told you it was coming. Execute string manoeuvre no. 21. I repeat, Execute string manoeuvre no. 21, now!

Have to make the gravy now. Back after some turkey scoffing.


Anonymous said...

Ugh, the time zone difference, just waking up. Where is my string? Did the dog get the eggs?

Merry Christmas and thanks for all the numbers and bad vicars.

Anonymous said...

Or was that "all the vicars and bad numbers..." No. No. That's what the string was trying to convince me. Bad string! Bad!