Mrs Gruff may have been too pissed to put a decent welcome home dinner on the table (duck over-cooked, the skin still covered in salt and unbrowned, the vegetables raw, the roast potatoes leathery and rough inside) and angela too much under her husband's control to be of any use to me, but Christmas hasn't been a complete disappointment. I'm delighted to discover that Plymouth gin no longer burns my throat like paint stripper.
Happy Christmas one and all
Sunday 27 December 2009
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