The bridge to somewhere

Well, the house was still standing when we got home last night and the kids seemed to have enjoyed themselves demolishing all the crap I bought them to eat while they watched a movie. I then ushered in the 25th year of married life with a dram of 25 years old Highland Park - well, it seemed appropriate.

Very cold start to the day, in fact I have decamped from the garret where my brain was freezing to the front room. The wood burning stove is going and the whippet is snoring gently at my feet. Better get some work done then.