Yes, it’s dark. It was past his bedtime, we were on our way home from York on a steam train.
Now drinking whisky and Lapsang Souchong and eating Stilton and oatcakes. Will I sleep afterwards? It’s *maybe* every night, so it makes little difference what I eat and drink.
I may be back later, darlings, but Wink is arriving at lunchtime, so jollity overload could happen and short-circuit blogging until tomorrow.