who ate all the nuts?

Sunday morning was frosty and crisp, it was beautiful, the sun was shining so bright and early I jumped in the car and shot off to Sewerby Park leaving husband and dogs in bed. The park was awash with squirrels and birds, the grass was white with frost and very few people around (which I like). Crept around there for over two hours, completely lost myself in the wild life around me. Heaven.
Made my Christmas cake later on in the afternoon and laced it with brandy, not sure whether I ought to ice it or not. Husband is begging for me to make mince pies, I'll have to make some tomorrow and put him out of his misery. He has a tendency to hover around the oven till they're done, quite pathetic really.