Wassailing in the end

A jolly and relaxing sing was had in Black Medicine this evening. Ten of us managed to get there (once Helen arrived) and sing, well, whatever we fancied. The sense of not having to fulfill any expectations was rather nice and the audience - a few handfuls of regulars and staff, including one very enthusiastic young fan - seemed very pleased. Much appreciated also was the neverending stream of mulled wine and mince pies. So we really were wassailing!

Thank goodness that's over. Roll on Christmas Eve, by which time everything should have settled down...

Merry Christmas/Yule/Other Things everyone, we'll see you in the new year!