We Only Sing When We're Fishing

Another long lie, a good fry up on the seafront at Cleethorpes and an afternoon at Blundell Park cheering on the Mighty Mariners of Grimsby Town FC (sadly to no avail).

After dinner we all went back to my in-laws to exchange the last of the Christmas gifts. My mother-in-law is notoriously difficult to buy for but proved herself tonight to be the best of sports. We got her a onesie, complete with hood and ears, and she modelled it for us. My lovely niece joined in the fun - aren't they fantastic?

I write this while watching on the annual card game - can it end well?