'The Font' heads off on one of those aging relative " Get on the plane now ! " trips. This is not an easy time of the year to arrange travel. Ahead of New Year everything is booked intractably solid. Just as we're despairing British Airways phone back with a solution. They have a special team for moments like these. Their kindness is noted.
Sophie, oblivious to the changed routine, demands to know why she can't go to the bakers with Bob.
Yesterday, for a second time 'The Font' claims to have seen some life in Bobs paralyzed eye.
I point out to Bob that he's colour coordinated with the black and white interior of the car. He doesn't seem impressed.
The turkey finished. The same with the Christmas pudding. Now all that is left is an iced Christmas cake. We discover that Brandy butter is something that American college boys are very keen on.
All the neighbouring villages have Christmas creches. We find one that has a display celebrating the seasonal theme of hog slaughtering.
Across the road a restaurant that follows the 'why bother?' approach to Christmas decoration.
In 'The Fonts' absence culinary standards are likely to suffer a major setback. Bacon sandwiches for dinner tonight ?
I don't know who these people are but the dog on the beach makes me laugh. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZnaVqNKSH0