December December

[Sweder]

Chim-Chim-ay, Chim-Chim-ay, Chim-Chim Cheroo . . .
Yes that is a fine brew. One bottle still lurks amongst the Guinness cans in my office 'fridge, saved up for a post-plod celebration over Chistmas.

There are so many seasonal distractions around here that your fall into blissful intoxication after a day saving lives seems veritably noble. I fear that many of us are running against an inexorable tide of chocolate and alcohol, the ground proving slippery and treacherous beneath our sliding feet. Lets hope we all manage to stay on course, even if, like a swimmer struggling against a viscious riptide, we end up swallowing way too much.