It's a wrap

After a very windswept search through the chaos of the East end of Edinburgh for a cafe that opened before 10, we had breakfast (though I'm not convinced my scrambled eggs had anything to do with an oval object that popped out of a hen - but everyone else's meals looked lovely). Then off to get the hire car, do last minute Christmas shopping, rescue pick up some plants from Mrs B senior, and finally we were off down the A68, buffeted by gales, to Mam and Dad's.

Tea, wrapping presents, dinner, wine and TV turned up to 100 (which I'd always seen as just a hypothetical volume).

Christmas can probably start now.