Christmas Eve

That was a scorching day. Hot and sunny and, of course, with the best company available. I also had lunch in an interesting establishment: Kenny Rogers' Chicken. Seriously. I presume he owns it, as a cartoonised picture of him adorns each page of the menu. There's something not right about that.
Anyway, it was a "normal" day. Shopping and chatting and drinking fruity juices. These are good days indeed.