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.
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My Christmas lunch yesterday filled me to the gunnels, leaving me content and … droozy. I seem to have done little but doze and sleep in the twenty-four hours since. Graham, who is obliged to eat far smaller portions, did much the same.
So the little house under the pines has been a place filled with the gentle and sometimes not so gentle sound of snoring.
Well, it’s one way to spend a good Christmas.
Under the tender ministrations of a skilled Graham, our Christmas lunch is coming together ready to be plated up and served. Turkey, roast and boiled potatoes, roast and boiled parsnips, carrots and, of course, brussels sprouts. Finished off with a nice light gravy and a dollop of red currant jelly–we don’t do cranberries here.
Gifts were exchanged, and I was started off on champagne and orange juice–Buck’s Fizz, if you prefer.
And now we’re going to settle down to a good tuck-in feast.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Tagged brussels sprouts, champagne and orange juice, christmas lunch, red currant jelly, turkey roast
The title says it all, I’m glad to report. We managed to drive to the hospital in Swansea yesterday so Graham could get scanned for osteoporosis but neither of us felt like facing the driving rain for a last blast at the shops afterwards. Shame, that. We’d been looking forward to coffee and croissants while watching the unfortunates rush past in pursuit of the last of their Christmas shopping.
This morning I woke feeling truly unwell so the Christmas Eve Schadenfreude trip was cancelled altogether. Not to worry. There’s always another year. Probably.
As it is, I’m feeling better all the time and fully expect to be fit enough to tackle my Christmas lunch in good order.
Nothing more to be said, then, except to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and hope to write another silly note tomorrow to tell you all about my Christmas presents.
Happy days!
We finished our Christmas shopping on schedule, checked our lists and declared “Christmas is accomplished” in good time to fill the fridge, freezer and cupboards with the last of the goodies we need for our quiet feast and festival days together in the little house under the pines. There were still a couple of non-shopping errands needed but to all intents and purposes, it’s done.
The tree is installed in the corner of the living room and has been dressed in best Graham tradition, with our presents all gift-wrapped and placed underneath ready for Christmas Day. And there is a bottle of decent champagne chilling nicely in readiness for the breakfast package opening along with “ooh-ing” and “aah-ing” and “you shouldn’t haves” and “just what I wanteds” as appropriate.
We’re on course for a happy holiday and we send our best wishes to all our friends for the same.
“You don’t think we’ve forgotten anything, do you?” Graham asked.
“We shall not starve even if we have.”
Then, after a nice light lunch and a well-earned nap we were ready to dress up and walk across the road to attend a neighbourly “walk-in and enjoy” visit in the evening.
I was feeling a little daunted to be meeting all those Welsh people in one big gathering. It’s fine for Graham: he just switches into full Welsh heritage mode and sails into the affray. Me, I can’t switch off my Englishness no matter how hard I try so there was nothing to be done but gulp, follow the yellow brick road into the dark forest, and hope Graham would rescue me from any cultural gaffes.
There weren’t any, of course. This was the nicest and most warm and welcoming group I’ve encountered in a long, long time. I enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Walking back across the road Graham said: “There. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, of course not. Not a single lion, tiger or bear to be seen anywhere.”
“You’re a silly old fool sometimes.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nah. You’re my silly old fool so it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh. Thanks. I think.”
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