Waking up on Christmas
morning without the kids being home is odd. The house felt very
lonely this morning. Perhaps I'm getting soppy in my old age.
"er indoors TM"
eventually emerged from her pit, and as a special Christmas brekkie
we had croissants and coffee. I suppose that there are those who
would wonder what's special about croissants and coffee - all I can
say is that I like them.
"My Boy TM"
then arrived, and we had a pressie opening session. I got quite a
decent haul of goodies, and then we set off to my brother's house for
the day. We arrived shortly before mid day and had a crafty pint. And
then another crafty pint, and a third as well before going to visit
Elaine and Roy. Visiting was thirsty work, so we took up the offer of
another pint.
And then back to my
brother's house where ten of us sat down for Christmas dinner. Far
too much Christmas dinner. Oh it was good - but the diet certainly
went out the window today. And after having reached the point of
being able to eat no more we wandered up the road to the garage to
get some cigars: after all it was Christmas.
From that point it all
became rather vague. There were games on the Nintendo Wii. There was
more food scoffed. There was Christmas pudding. There was a crafty
hour's sleep. We had a really good time, but all too soon it was time
to come home. Amazingly I stayed awake for the drive home, and seeing
that the Sky box was recording Downton Abbey, we watched some telly.
I'd been looking forward to the new series of Ab Fab. I was
disappointed: it was rubbish.
And I then tried to stay
awake whilst Michael McIntyre's Christmas special was on the telly. I
didn't quite succeed.
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