The Shortest Day

Errr .... I wrapped the son's presents. Well, the ones from Santa. And then strolled up over the very windy park to see the old dear. That I didn't get much else done is perhaps down to it being a very short day? But now it's a very long night. The son has legged it off into the dark streets.The fire is on, the Sunday papers opened, Bob on the turntable (ok - one of his platters), and the rain is beating on the windows.
It's quite enjoyable. I feel like pulling on my new pullover and pouring myself a dram. Bugger it, I will!