*Makes drinks, serves with a mince pie.*
Lovely!
We don't perchance happen to have a deep fat fryer in the kitchen...
Early breakfast is perfecto as one contemplates today's Xmas shopping. It's the last chance saloon, some might say.
Shopping list diligently prepared though and plan is for a guerrilla-like raid. Straight into town, get it and get outta there before anticipated rabid crowds, a cross-fever of last minute Xmas and prerequisite festive panic buying of groceries - in case the supermarkets don't open again on Boxing day - now, of course, exacerbated by an unimaginable magnitude.
Major obstacle... one shall necessarily now be visiting the gift shop which has crystals, precious stones, lovely jewellery, all other manner of sparkly things and spectacular large dragon ornaments you would gleefully fill the house with.
Do not dwell, even for a moment, for 'twill be fatal and exceedingly expensive.
And they have dark corners with lots of hidden shelves... which guard things that temp beyond reason.
Some steely fortification thus required and a large Glenmorangie 10 year old please, my good innkeeper...
Ah... reminds of which:
Note to self - stay away from the delightful Xmas gift sets of whisky miniatures and thoughts of...'surely I deserve, and nobody else is going to buy me one, are they'...