Lunch

A Christmassy lunch with the daughter and son in law up at that Harvey Nics. I even put on the famous wiskit. And very enjoyable it was too - though I think the SK’s scran failed the taste test. It’s certainly a fine to sit looking over the square.
Much later, a mega wrapping sesh, while we watched Les Miserables. As so often, I’m Russell Crowe. I have the hat for it, anyway. And he can’t sing either.
So farewell then, Paddy Ashdown, man of action, and of decent values. Oh that there was someone (anyone!) with such stature on either of the Pygmy like front benches. Stupid people indeed, as was famously muttered.