Red red wine

We are very weak. We arrived at our friends' for an afternoon of the kids playing, then maybe a quick glass of wine before home. So how come it's 10pm, I have a fine duck dinner inside me and the spare room is being made up... Weakness.

Earlier, Conor ignored the ban on use of the frozen toilet, with consequences I don't feel ready to face (which may explain why we are sleeping 20 miles away tonight). Tomorrow, we are due a big thaw, after more snow, which will help us work out which pipes are burst, I suppose.

Here's some wine from earlier. Mr B has a bad history of destroying table cloths in these parts, so we're hoping this fine Irish linen cloth will survive the night.