C for Myself

Number 3 in the Occasional Series

C for Cheers! C for Christmas. C for Champagne.
C for Myself.

I cooked a mighty fine goose, perfectly timed for three o'clock. (Sorry, Queenie, you've no chance.) I forgot to take a picture of it so instead you get a rare glimpse of me.

I am hoping nobody will be hungry again for a while. And if they are, it is Goose sandwiches for tea.

Merry Christmas Blippers!