sprout, sprout, let it all out

Beaten to the sprout-post but sod it; christmas isn't christmas without them even when there are Lincolnshire sausages on the plate eclipsing all other tastes with their marvellous herby meatspiciness.

Pleasant day: pleasant walk in the morning up an almost-deserted hill, pleasant leisurely breakfast with pleasant coffee, pleasant bicycle round the NE Edinburgh paths, pleasant coffee again, pleasant sprout-containing lunch, pleasant opening of presents, pleasant search through three cupboards for present from parents sent up at the start of the month and since placed safely, pleasant ice-cream pudding, pleasant veg on the sofa eating and photographing Minstrels then another pleasant wander round the hill. I did take another picture which would have been the main post but missed the deadline by three minutes. Happy christmas anyway.