Merry Christmas

Yes, it's that time of year again, when families get together, punch each other out, go to the beach, punch each other out, drink too much, punch each other out... and so on. Fortunately, my lovely family are not the punching out type... although my brother tried out a few wrestling moves on me which could have had some bad outcomes, except that I know how to make him cry. I am surprisingly tough.

My mother gave me a Country Women's Association Cook book and Handy Hints Guide, 53rd edition, in the hopes that I shall one day be an excellent wife. My sister gave me a tea pot, in the hopes that I shall one day invite her to my place for tea, rather than whisky. My grandfather gave me nothing, but very politely introduced himself to me immediately after assuring me he is cured of dementia. My brother and sister-in-law told me that they "may one day" visit me in London, before shaking their heads at each other when they thought my back was turned.

A good time was had by all.

Anyway, as is our tradition, we had a Christmas lunch, followed by a mass exodus, and then my father, mother and I spent the rest of the afternoon packing (I am going back to London tomorrow and they are coming with me for a holiday) and watching TV, before settling down with a glass of port. My mum is onto her second glass, so this is clearly the craziest day of the year for her.

As they say though.....

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!