Christmas Eve, babe!

Grab that dip while you can... The weather forecast looks pretty shite for tomorrow. 
With strongish easterly wind, the 40 Foot will be quite rough tomorrow. Not that I would go anywhere near the place on Christmas morning. You wouldn't be able to wedge a piece of toast between the hordes of Dryrobes slowly inching their way towards the mecca of the Christmas morning selfie. 
The afternoon was mostly spent cooking. I now have enough couscous to feed a small army. Or a family of very determined foxes on steroids (they'd need to be pumping serious iron to remove the weights that I have placed on the lids of the two cast iron pots housing the delicious couscous, left overnight in the back garden as they'd never fit in the fridge).
Nana has arrived. 
The turf fire is lit in the fireplace.

We is ready.  

Have a good one, each on every one of you!