Baileys

One of my Christmas Presents. The Baileys that is, not the timber apple, which is only there as a prop and which I have no intention of testing my teeth on!

What makes this present unusual is that it was received from my stepson. He is not yet eighteen and therefore is not of age to purchase liquor legally. I shall not ask, but just sip and be thankful.

That will be tomorrow. This evening we are off to visit my Dad and hoping to meet at least some of my brothers and sisters, their wives and husbands and their kids. The day after Christmas means the traditional meeting of the clans. The poor old man will probably be worn out after it. As we have a 150km round trip to make on a murky wet evening, I probably won't get back to you all until tomorrow, so enjoy what is left of the time and be nice to one and all, inlaws and outlaws alike.