The Annual Ritual ...

... of buying the Christmas tree and dressing it; which starts with TSM identifying a tree "that talks to me". I think all Christmas trees only speak Norwegian although The Girl Racer seemed sceptical on this point. Anyway it was a fun affair with carols, mince pies, general mayhem and destructive cats.

Earlier, took Aged P out for a drive in the sunshine and had lunch. She seemed very happy to be driven around in comfort, watching the world go buy.

Very pleasant evening in Hatch End where some friends were hosting a drinks party. Whacked now (at 1.00 am) as awake since 5.00 and have driven 200 miles in opposite directions of the M25.  But it's been a good day so worth it :-)