…FIIIIIVE GOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIINGS!
Ok, not really. But haven’t you always want to bellow that line out in a public place? I dares you.
On the fifth date of Christmas we skipped out to the river in hard, glittery sunshine and had a winter picnic. Winter picnics involve cajun cheese-and-ham toasties, hot chocolate, thick coats, red noses and not sitting on the frozen ground.
Though we weren’t nearly as cold as the rowers on the river.
We were joined by someone disguised as an over-padded caterpillar…
…who was pretty unimpressed by the whole caboodle. We went ahead with it anyway.
And it was jolly nice.