Nuts about Christmas

I'm the only one round here who likes nuts, so buying them is maybe a bit selfish. It also means I really have to eat them all in the next few days - before we head back to France. So, what to do with the walnuts? I hate them.

Nuts aside, another relaxing day. The kids new toys are keeping them occupied, not fighting and out of trouble; Mr B has concocted a fantastic new spicy orangey duck treat of a dinner for us, so he's happy, and I spent the day sorting out the disaster that is my filing system. All happy.

There are many backblips:

Tuesday: Short day, big smoke
Wednesday: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Too blurry to tell.
Thursday: Sheep, bridge, snow.
Friday: To the glory of sprouts.
Saturday: And relax.