A time for giving

I am indebted to an immensely kind reader who sent me this delightful gift:


"Joey", for it is he (the model, I mean, not the reader), is all lovely yumminess.


And that's what Christmas is about, really, I would have said.


Well, that and re-runs of Victoria Wood sketch shows, and she is a Goddess of the Highest Order, so I am unable to sully her name by trolling about her on here.


Except that I just did, of course. Er...


Let's draw a veil over that and focus, instead, on Joey's sausage dumplings.


Bugger: now I can't get Acorn Antiques out of my head.


Still, there are worse things to suffer from at Christmas.