Snifter at the Fire!

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.