Well, it's time to sign off the blog and get ready for Christmas. Time to lie in, get up to my mother already having cooked half the lunch (despite it always being my turn), start drinking indecently early, argue over nothing, actually enjoy playing board games, go for a long walk on the heath, annoy the cats, shout at the TV after drinking too much whisky and eat far too much trifle.
I can't wait. Have a merry Christmas, dudes.
(This is a picture of my stepfather and his family circa 1964. I love how they're all wearing ties and even the cat is sitting up straight.)