Sunday family lunch.

Our turn today and we had to pie and mash land in attempt to move away from the roast territory of Christmas. Goes well despite the cockney overtones. We light our first festive fire, in honour of Ruth , who has bought some blue burning pine cones for us. Most festive in appearance. Ally scoots off to the pathfinders party and Jean watches sports personlaity on the BBC - dreadful telly with yet another phone in. Am I alone in believing there is some massive conspiracy with TV companies and phone companies in cahoots? I think not.