Mere class on a higher plane

Let them eat cake! Gâteau des rois from southern France.

Yes, here I am, leg all bandaged up in wadding [like "Rubbatiti" the mummy in Carry on Screaming, John-John says!], hobbling about the place, feeling a bit sore and bruised, looking out at the dismal wintry weather (it snowed, briefly, earlier) - yet feeling a huge sense of relief that the operation's all over and done with [again]!

Meanwhile - apparently it's Epiphany ("Eppy-fanny" as we usually call it), or Twelfth Night, after which it's supposedly unlucky to still have your Xmas decorations up. If you put any up, of course, which we did not. It's also a time for old pagan traditions - but needless to say, I'll be doing my Wassailing at home with my feet up.

Epiphany is also celebrated in many countries as "Three Kings Day/Driekoningen/El Día de los Reyes Magos". Here at Dolores Delargo Towers, we generally prefer Three Queens. Like these:

The Ones - Flawless

A classic.