Never heard or thought of going to a pub on Christmas day until our daughter married a Yorkshire man. It was his custom, and he still disappears down the pub, forgets all about the time, and comes back to a ruined dinner. They have now split up, but still spend Christmas Day together, the only difference is that DD and GC now go with him, and have got used to bone dry turkey. Whatever floats your boat!
Finding a nice pair of cropped trousers?
How about some good news in the news?
Huge win for Andy Burham, Reform a distant second - where to now?



