Breakfast with the stars

No, I wasn't up early enough to have breakfast with those stars but late enough to have breakfast with Angus, Mary and Vivienne - local stars.
The mist this morning was fierce and no sky-stars were visible; the mist was so cold that I lit the fire for the first time this year. Now of course its really hot.

Here's Vivienne looking gorgeous as ever, out Christmas shopping despite her recent illness...and some buskers in the market - which was fun and frisky and full of character, like it is.
Tilling Towers has become Slutsville Central since all guests have gone. Going to get to grips with tiding today, cook a bit, then use the fire by curling up round it with a selection of enriching books. C'est la vie, lala.