Nuts

More entertaining - taking H around the harbour sights and to see the boat. Top ents. Very blowy.
But then they were away, and the house was ours again. The final advent beer was quaffed, the cheese board was tackled and the nuts were cracked in the front room with the fire on and shutters closed up.
And much later we took ourselves up to the watchnight service at Wardie to hear the Christmas story and have a sing. And the minister started with a long quote from Camus. Middle Class area is Wardie. Back through bucketing rain to watch U2 at the Beeb. Can’t beat a bit of Bono on Christmas Day.