Hark!

Today, heralded by angelic voices, we found our dog before realising she was lost, battled storm force winds to buy cocktail ingredients, played Skyrim, and indulged in Kung Fu movie magic... It's the ghost of Christmas present. Or rather, of Christmas presents!

The pictorial subject of today's blip is our angel; not purchased from some boutique pottery near Venice, although I can understand why one might have arrived at that conclusion. No. This perennial of our festive decorations was wrought by the fair hands of our youngest - demonstrating the full force of her pre-teens Catholic indoctrination in the medium of baked, painted clay.