Fog, powercuts, and circling aircraft... now I'm knee deep in feathers after strimming the turkey. I just need it to freeze a bit more, then I can stuff the bugger with my hydraulic press. must check the bottled propane for warming up the furnace Christmas eve.
At least I remembered the spray can of fresh cream for the dog when the carol singers call... Like to see them dash for the hills, when Jazz (GSD)appears foaming at the mouth.
Oh, and Merry Bl**dy Christmas to you lot....
love
Joules