When the Smoke is Going Down

Evening all,

the current Mrs. R advised me that I should take this photo of the flotsam and jetsam of another Christmas well used.

I was less convinced of the veracity of the statement but in a weakened state, possibly due to a combination of alcohol and cough mixture I complied.

Sadly, it was probably the best photo I took all day...

and then, it was over,

night all

The Scorpions