Postcard to Jack

JacktheLad was home alone, recuperating after medicos invaded his temple of a body, so by way of consolation I sent him a postcard of George from The Tiq. I’m sure he felt much better for that! Doesn’t look like it here but the place was heaving with wall to wall Christmas parties, frazzling the bar staff and all sharing festive cheer and bad jokes and hopefully nothing else! But we weren’t partying, oh no, just a wee gathering of likeminded souls and not a glass of wine nor cheesy nibble in sight. Pity, I was peckish.