Gappy New Year!

Aye. Just before we left the house to catch the bus to the Moore's, Ellen's big front tooth fell out (or was yanked out). She'd been playing with it all day, making Mandy heave by twisting it round backward while it dangled from a little bit of gum.

The day was productively spent delivering beer, taking rubbish to the dump, buying beer, collecting the last of the apples and making more crates to store the beer and cider stocks. Then a wee restorative doze while watching The Green Lantern (pretty awful) but a fine evening sampling many and various beers and creating a healthy stash of empties but, apparently, not making sufficient dent in the grub.