Socialising in walking boots.

This is the view from the teashop window - a mass of strange reflections. Sitting on leather sofas opening christmas presents we are showing off a range of new christmas jumpers while below the table walking boots and wellingtons have a party of their own.

Oxford Market - I avoided the hanging wild boar, deer and ranks and ranks of turkey and geese.

If heaven is paved with good intentions - then hell is a morass of sprouts - please please no more dinners with people who can pop a whole one in their mouths and crunch.