The Christmas lunch has finally settled and my digestive system is somewhat back to normal again.
The last of the Christmas guests (2 of my wife's 3 sisters) have departed, and I'm settled into the peace of the front porch. Not quiet because of the large flock of raucous sulphur-crested cockatoos squawking all about. One of the aspects of living in a bushland setting that I love.
About to light a small bowl of Germain's Royal Jersey Perique
In a 1913 Barling's make Opera with army mount stem, orific bit. The ferrule has been glued on in an over-clocked position and I've been procrastinating about correcting it. It'll have to wait until it starts to get on my nerves.
With it a just opened bottle of 1988 Ragnaud-Sabourin Grande Champagne cognac. Just the drink for this cool, autumn-ish day