Full of Titli trifle.
And roast pheasant. A scrawny looking thing. So Kaeren brought in reserves: of chicken drum sticks, and pigs in their blankets.
Drinking a mulled wine concoction of dribs & drabs.
We hadn’t got out of bed till about 1 – listening to that little Icelandic gay elf boy Jonsi.
And then daft lad George joined the party. And later on rolly-poly old gurn faced Les (Dawson)
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