So we're in England now, and ready for the holidays. Good times. Remind me, at some point, to tell the story of when I tried to bring a leatherman onto a flight to Minneapolis. Hilarity ensued. Also, remind me to tell you about the time at Reagan National Airport where I missed my flight due to a combination of "clever" rescheduling on Delta's part (so it wasn't their fault, right, pfft), and my overboozing at the bar. Hilarity definitely ensued there. Anyway, at least with this flight to England we did it (pretty much) direct. Unlike last year where we spent a glorious nine hours wandering around Charles de Gaulle in a jet-lagged stupor on Christmas morning, waiting for the connecting flight to Manchester. That really sucked.
But enough about travel. We're here. I shall report on how I do with all my sad sack attempts at the British cryptics, oh I dunno, Monday?
This puzzle ran in Paste a few months ago, so forgive the rerun. Since it's time to see the in-laws, I thought a family-themed puzzle would be good.
Share the puzzle. New one on Friday.