One pint is never enough, is it.

Perhaps it was blown over by wind power this time.

My brother and family have now left, leaving a trail of towels to wash and a grandfather with a positive LFT.

the rest of my crew will head back to London for post-Christmas R&R and possible new year shenanigans while I stay with dad to do village shop runs and nursing duty. Gah.

Dhal wind power?

Gaaaaah, bodg.

That's sub-optimal, Bodgit.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Bodg.

At least it means he can go back to doing his own supermarket shopping now. I’ve spent the last 21 months doing online orders for him to keep him away from the lurgy.

Well, there is that I suppose. I hope he's okay.

Same here.

Fingers crossed for a short and mild illness, Bodgit.

I am starting to think that we will catch it as soon as we get back to Dublin. Everyone I know seems to be ill this week.

Meanwhile, I'm going for a swim. Won't forget the Dryrobe today.

Hope your dad's OK, bodgit. My father and stepmother came home from her daughter's on Boxing Day when one of the daughter's children tested positive. Not heard yet how they are - will ring this afternoon.

I've booked MrsR a pcr first thing tomorrow. I suspect that means that New Year, and therefore Pebble's birthday have just gone up the swanee. Ah well.

I’m at A&E with a nasty cut to my leg.

Oh no! Hope you're seen quickly and sent away sorted, goldfinch.

Oh dear! How did you do that?

That sounds no fun at all.

Bah and poo to Covids and cut legs.

Pork sausages with crispy Lyonnaise potatoes, mustard dressed nicoise and apple salad.

I am still operating sans spectacles and MrA has thrown out the wrapping paper, FosterMog is not impressed.

Oh, goldfinch. Hope you get sorted asap.

I've had a very cold dip and a beautiful pint.