Work released me at 2:30 and I had a good journey down to Dorset, with wet roads but bright skies, and the A roads I favoured all to myself. That is, until the A31 was closed by flooding ten minutes from journey's end. After an unscheduled tour of Ferndown, plus a stop at 
kowarth's to drop off a small item, I arrived soon after 5. So far callmemadam has told me off for a) wearing motorcycle boots in the house and b) sniggering at the phrase 'knob of butter', I've had the end of the Yule log, my best mate has dropped round to exchange presents, and now I am polishing off my annual whiskey mac before heading to bed. And tomorrow, this:
Merry Christmas!
