merry being

Due to the slightly fancy circles whose edges my sister's fiancé tangentially brushes there was a possibility that he was going to turn up today with a couple of dead pheasants, freshly-shot by one of his clients. Client-illness prevented this from happening but a fulfilled and probably more effective ingratiation-gift (as far as my father is concerned, though merely turning up safe and unharmed considering the relatively high levels of carnage on Lincolnshire's roads last night, so their declaration upon their arrival that they'd completed the journey faster than they ever had before (though this was possibly due to the quietness around London rather than the adoption of unwise speeds on potentially slippy roads)) was a bottle of relatively fancy port which the internet indicated to be worth enough to make a very full glass possibly worth double-figure pounds. Such fanciness would be wasted on me so I merely observed its consumption in the evening.