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Note - I kept photo taking in Limey's house to a minimum.
Do try to persuade her to take photos of her wonderful possessions.
A Russian Father Christmas for example was crying out for a photo.
And more I won't even mention because no-one should ever feel their privacy is compromised. Take it from me I could have taken 50+ photos of interest.

Ditto Mr Limey.
Limey has not given his name on here, or I think any details of his job and their life.
Suffice to say he is exactly the person you would hope Limey would be with. In an ideal world he might also have a couple of million in the bank, and possibly magical powers, but as a real life husband he's a good catch and it's obvious they love eachother.

So, anyway.
I woke up in my lovely comfy Arran bed, with Jasper (ginger cat) snoozing alongside me. Tart, said Limey. But I think she meant him, as I'd made no promise in that direction.

I had home-made bread and Dutch cheese for breakfast.
VERY good.
We went to see a different carol concert, and then came back to chicken fajitas. I assembled them because I was getting a twitching in my fingers at all the lovely ingredients Sheldon had sent and needed to be part of it.

Limey provided all the other ingredients however, so the triumph belongs to her. At least I thought it was a triumph - there were not any leftovers at least. Bloody good show Sheldon & Limey!

Another relaxed time, full bellies and chat and wine and some Arran beer. For me at least - Limey was driving and both Mr Limey and her were playing later.
And then. And then. And then I was leaving.
It seemed odd that in six hours I'd be on a sleeper coach and homeward bound. I felt as if this was Christmas and I was leaving early.

Thanks so much to my Arran hosts.

Arran Sunset ale on the trip back.