sunday yo ho ho and a bottle of bubbly

'ning
ride, cafes, mince pie, laze
i hereby reprise my crimbo carol...
on the twelfth day of crimbo, my vinter sent to me,
twelve canard-duchêne,
eleven piper-heidsieck,
ten lanson leaping,
nine leclerc briant,
eight moëts clinking,
seven billecart-salmon,
six vilmart et cie,
five cold krug,
four veuve clicquot,
three salon,
two bollinger,
and a grand siècle, la cuvée
ride, cafes, mince pie, laze
i hereby reprise my crimbo carol...
on the twelfth day of crimbo, my vinter sent to me,
twelve canard-duchêne,
eleven piper-heidsieck,
ten lanson leaping,
nine leclerc briant,
eight moëts clinking,
seven billecart-salmon,
six vilmart et cie,
five cold krug,
four veuve clicquot,
three salon,
two bollinger,
and a grand siècle, la cuvée
my bike - faster than god's and twice as shiny
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Lunch done on a beautiful summer day, including a bottle of local (vintage) fizz I'd not tried before, but which was just fine. Managed to not quite fall asleep on the sun lounge so avoided the BBQ look.
May need a reviving drink soon.
No bubbly or wine for me though, as it has been decreed that we shall drive to Somerset after lunch and kicking Mrs B³'s mother out on the street. It kind of makes sense to minimise traffic hassle. I'm sure I will open something when we get there.
May all of your holy old socks be laid to rest with respect for the service they have provided to your manky hooves.
Odd but everyone is still asleep, but we did go to bed only a few hours ago and the kids were off into the hot tub at that point.
Walk hounds, presents, run (hopefully), local pub and then off to my parents with the eldest rugrat driving 😎
More champagne upon our return later.
Just got up. Mrs. 666 and junior have decided to do their godly duty and go to church so I'll laze around and keep the hounds company until its time to take them out while the turkey cooks. Got the dull religious music station on the radio to get that Christmassy feeling until we crack open the grog. Fizzy plonk on standby.
Marin Nail Trail
Cotic Solaris
Beans gave us one dead Sparrow and one live Sparrow which was happily rescued from under the couch and repatriated to the garden.
Tricky and Shorty are a little bit excited.
Roast beast and Yorkshire pudding later washed down with a bottle of Barbera D'Alba.
Have a good one.
Or... 'The dog's more...' methinks but then it's that funny Derbyshire speak innit.
I have an aunt in Derby and she speaks funny. It's sort of not quite Birmingham, not quite Northern, it sort of in between something.
How do you swing that then?
Great start here, levering the boy out of bed to open his presents and be driven to his dad, I think he got in at 4. Reeked of stale booze and generally upset his mother.
Not sure if Santa's been but the PF's have visited, fixing it now LOL may have to have a beer afterwards
Fcuk.
Rolling home shortly for some festive food of some sort
Easty commuter
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