So Christmas day, aside from warm but rainy windy and grey weather, was great.
Here's the stage set for Handsome Son's arrival with food, which is still an unknown quantity to me, he not telling me ahead what to expect.
And here's the result, all shopped for, heated and served, complete with Colman's mustard made on the spot. Breadsticks and smoked Gouda, followed by ham steaks, mixed veggies, garlic potatoes. Eggnog and ginger ale, he thinks of everything.
And both desserts went down well. We were lying about like pythons shortly after this scene, with pots of tea to go.
It was a lovely day, and the texts and emails and ecards on top of all this were just puhfect. The first text wishing me a Merry Christmas was from a devoutly observant -- Hindu friend. Starting out the day on exactly the right foot, I'd say.
Today's about apple crumble for breakfast. It's fruit and oatmeal, it's breakfast, I maintain.
