Snake

Wet and cold. A day to huddle by the fire and clean out the snake enclosure.

I'm on the bus into town for the non-office-worker's xmas night out with Alan and a mix of gentlemen I don't really know. Tanjore (yum; also hello Hugh, Dave & Karin), pub (bump into Dorian), another pub (whittled down group) and then lift back with Sandra.

Angus takes the opportunity to invite his mates round. If they're being bad, I'll probably never find out.