Round and about

Christmas Eve saw us collectively wander into Bath.  I had been worried that it would be terribly busy, but it was actually not too bad at all.  This is a shot of the large roundabout that has been parked outside the entrance to the Roman Baths in recent weeks.  Its quite a thing.

We've got all the preparation done now for tomorrow.  Its time to relax for a little while before the mayhem of catering for Christmas Day starts in earnest in the morning!

I dare say I had better find a mince pie and a small glass of something for Santa before I go up ;-)  I don't want to disappoint him!  However, what Santa will not be offered, in this house at least, is a glass of sherry.  It will most definitely be a whisky and a single malt at that!  :-))

I don't know if you have caught up on the various articles in the papers in recent days about the unhealthiness of Santa's diet?  One doctor has suggested that Santa should "avoid the mince pie and sherry" and stick to eating the carrot, drinking water and taking more exercise. I would have thought that breaking and entering into millions of houses over 24 hours via a chimney, whilst carrying presents and managing not to break anything would be physically quite demanding for an olympic standard free climber let alone a bearded fat man in a red furry suit.  

But surely the dear doctor has rather missed the point.  Given Santa's considerable age there seem to be two alternatives either: (i) Santa is not human in the same way as you or I but some form of faerie creature/alien/non-human species etcetera; or (ii) he is human but has access to a considerably more advance biological science that has effectively made him immortal.  In either case the rules that apply to you or I are irrelevant and Santa can surely eat whatever he wants.  In this case its mince pies and whisky. Please.

Have a good Christmas when it comes - not long now.