It's The Napoleon In Me That isTalking...

Half a Buche!

Meet my Mincemeat Cake...

A mere trifle.

Too many wedges of creamy chestnutty cake, too many Pringles and too many whopping great platefuls of sweetie brown parsnips!
Too many late late nights, a touchy too much nougat and a veritable gluttony in the shape of smoked salmon sandwiches.
An endless succulence of too much Turkish delight, a jiggling rainfall of chocolate peanuts and a noisy ensemble of jugs full of boiling custard.
And crumpets in the morning, crumpets in the evening and brandy in me coffee.

Festivities haven't ended yet...
Tomorrow we dine on pig. And syrup. And Cranberried Wensleydale.

Overall though I'm being a very good girl.
Haven't cursed once, haven't spat feathers and have only wished good health and happiness to all who have rung my bell, such is the lightness of my heart.

Keep it all up Glo:)