3 out of 4 cats

Someone in our family doesn't like cranachan. And it is suprisingly neither of the anti-lactose folk. (It's the fruit-phobic boy.)

Lazy day, on the whole. Small panic over some lost bread that we were being blamed for (not our fault, turns out), CarbBoy's team lost at basketball, and it was freezing.

Lots of discussion of French politics, and a shock discovery that everyone else in the world does mince and tatties with mash. (We don't, and tonight had it with minced venison because we're that fancy. And CarbBoy can't have beef and it doesn't work with lamb.)

And an early night is about to be very welcome.