We’ve been plodding away dutifully at our turkey joint–a stuffed crown prepared jobbie–and at lunchtime today Graham announced that we’ve done.
“Just a couple of scraps left,” he said. “Not enough for a decent sandwich, leave alone a proper meal.”
“Aren’t we good boys, then. Time to bring out the ham?”
“Yup. We shall start it for dinner tonight.”
“Yummity scrummity.”
And so the Christmas feast goes on, day to day. Full tummy and empty head, that’s me.
