Tatts

We spent Christmas day up at the farm, but on Boxing Day we took the younger family from the Talisay house out to lunch, this photo being taken by Alice immediately following our slow exit from the restaurant (all being somewhat pogged!).

You may note my style statement, which caused various reactions, a poor one from the youngest son, but which went unnoticed by many, to my great surprise. Ah well, those of us who endeavour to spread a little jollity around the world must occasionally suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, I guess.
I remain of the opinion that dress is the appropriate medium to pass on messages, beautifully down here by both a male and a female. See my attempts towards balance; although I have to admit that I rather like living where to tell some-one they look sexy is to compliment them rather than to offend them. If this is old fashioned then so is all of the Phils.
But, as so often I digress, since I was thinking of the well-known joke about tattoos picked up in Asia, supposedly reading rather less well than the happy westerner had expected. So I am inordinately fond of this reversal, which to my mind is quite delightful.