T'is the most wonderful time of the Year

What should have been a pleasant, peaceful, family and friends dinner turned messy quickly. 

Maybe we shouldn't have taste tested the home made cider before we left... Maybe, as Gran said, the Boys shouldn't mix the grain and the grape; and just maybe we shouldn't have brought K along as a "Date" for Nant. 

K is as bad as Boy.  Together, you cannot expect a peaceful night.   Tooli was in her element - a tableful of family and a bottle of pink to herself.   

Nant and K got along just grand;  the banter was well flying back and forth over the table; you cannot take the teen out of the 86 year old.  Not at all. 

I think we freaked out my Cousin in the Isle of Man slightly when we sent her a photo of Nant ensconced between the two boys - at 9.30 on a Thursday night; well past her bed time. 

The party with the exception of the Lads went home just after 9.30; two in my house went straight to bed.   My Boy arrived home, heaven knows what time... but immediately went and woke his sister up again, fell over something, and then fell asleep.  

The morning after the night before; he didn't look or smell as special as he did last night.