Arrived safely at first born's ready for us all to spend xmas together. Her being vegetarian, there is no chance of a stuffed bird for dinner, though her very old kingfisher is, unfortunately, a stuffed bird of a different kind.
A bit of an emergency blip, as I'm the designated sous chef. This isn't because I'm that good, more that I do not question daughter's instructions or go off recipe. There was a slight scold though when I scoffed a few chestnuts.
May Santa bring you lots of new lenses and/or camera bodies.