Anarch-ist

Cannae wack a bit of air guitar after the queenie's speech. The prefect antidote to the "Charles / Dianna / Camilla" coversation that inevitably springs up somewhere at the Christmas dinner table.

A good first Christmas for William. Lots of visitors and presents. And he really couldn't care that the chippolatas were forgotten about and left to go very black under the grill.

Things went slightly differently from plan in the evening when we had to phone NHS 24 about a rash and William being very unsettled. A quick trip to A&E later and the Doc was satisfied it was nothing serious at the moment.

Back home to lashings of Christmas pud. Stoofed.

And shattered...

Merry Christmas Blippies!