Thinking about pork and presents at 5:30 a.m.
Then at 7, whilst dripping in the shower, red cabbage came to mind.
And then at 7:45 cards, fingers and Sulphasalazine accompanied the mushy Weetabix.
Never a moments peace.
But I dare say during my morning at the castle with lanky Walt and huge Henry all thoughts of Christmas preps will fade. After all, overloading one's mind can be dangerous.
But as I scoop the poop and load the teapot my nut will scatter orf to this evening's meal. I've invited Walt and Hen over for a nice liver tea.
On a lighter note:
I don't like mince pies.
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