Christmas day is when Keith and I take off into the wilds of North Wales for a picnic .... at least it usually is ...except for this Christmas day.
This Christmas day I had the beginnings of a migraine when I woke up. Not to worry, I assured Keith, it would soon go and I really wanted us to go out. After all it's so long since we last had a drive out. So off we went but by the time we reached Cerrigydrudion, Keith took matters into his own hands and decided that the corpse-like passenger beside him needed to go home to bed.
So we didn't even get as far as Pentrefoelas, which, as my regular readers will no doubt remember, is the only place in Wales which has accessible toilets on Christmas day.
Personally, I blame the brandy and Martini that Keith forced me to drink on Christmas Eve.