Sunday, Christmas Eve, Quiet Company

Traffic was relatively sane on the quest to fetch MeMum, though there were enough dangerous drivers to alert Mum all the same. Something something, panic about the holiday death toll.

I was a supremely careful driver, today. Making absolutely, positively certain that nobody would hit us.

We arrived in one piece with only a minimum of shrieking. So now it's time to chill and enjoy each other's company for the duration.

Apparently, my slow-roasted ham is already driving Mayhem into a crazed hunger. We get into all of that tomorrow.

And now I get on with my offerings.