Across the pond

It must be Christmas Day because there are no trains rumbling by on the London Overground. Have just finished in a desparate rush wrapping my Christmas presents. Our tiny flat is crammed with presents, the results mostly of Janet’s efforts over the last few weeks. Just cleared a space around the sofa to make room for our first visitors, due in five minutes.

No time, I’m sorry, to run down to the men’s pond and take a pic of the Christmas swim for this blog. They won’t freeze this year and there was even a flash of sunshine an hour ago. In any case people don’t usually bother reading blogs on Christmas Day.

That’s the doorbell.

So Happy Christmas to all my readers.