It's a 4.2 on a chilly Planet Breathe.
Mr B has the turkey on the oven, coming up to room temperature before he does his alchemy later on. I think (or was that hope) I just heard the soft pop of a champagne cork. Our guests are coming later this morning, then we'll all claim our prime and less prime locations on sofas, chairs and other lounging paraphernalia and the day will take shape. We'll raise a glass to absent friends and family and just take a moment to acknowledge how lucky we are.
On days like this, I don't need much to be happy, but several adults snoozing quietly after a decent repost fills the bill.
Have a lovely day everyone. Merry Christmas!