A cheery, roaring log fire has been lit at Home and Timothy Belmont is well installed this evening. One still reminisces about the sublime lamb dinner at the Dirty Duck exactly a week ago.
I am listening to some classical music on the radio while the fire blazes.
I sip a modest Tanqueray. There is little difference between gin prices presently, at any rate. Twenty pounds a litre is not uncommon.
The weather has been fine today. The last three roses of 2011 bloom outside the Porch.
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