Shaken not stirred

At 11.45 am today I was still in my nightie. But I had ordered some Christmas presents and been distracted by Christmas jumpers.

Last night we all gathered at Ask restaurant in Swansea's night life street to celebrate GrandDaughter1's 16th birthday. Not actually until tomorrow when we'll have cake. She wouldn't let us sing happy birthday in the restaurant but agreed her uncle could sing it when we walked back to the cars.

We all sang along - and a group of revellers joined in and insisted on singing it again.

I plus GrandDaughter1 and GrandSon2 all enjoyed a pineapple martini (non-alcoholic) but it does nothing to quench a thirst, barely three mouthfuls.

Meanwhile in Italy Younger Son and family have had their first real snow day. 

Now I'm getting myself ready for the Wales All Blacks game this afternoon. Some new youngsters have been called up. Apparently they have lots of promise which instils in me this tiny little glimmer of hope. Which is nonsensical. We're going to be thrashed. But there might just be promising signs?