Advent in the pub

Work, work, work. Ninth death this year, which was sad. Then briefly home before going out to the pub with the ever lovely Philippa. Proper catch up, lots of laughs and nearly there tears.

Then, bed. Frankly, I'm knackered and ready for holidays to start. Two more days though. Lets hope I'm not worse for wear tomorrow morning...after drinks and a whole day diet of mince pies, biscuits, crisps and a few nuts. Could be interesting.

And I've still got presents to buy and one to make before Friday! Aarrrgghh.
Who thought homemade presents were a good idea!