I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas

Mmm, a bit drizzly this morning – and that was just me. A well deserved Christmas lie-in was followed by a brisk walk along the Dordogne then back for a glass or two or several (I’m sure the bottles aren’t as big as they used to be) of Madeira and present unwrapping. I got some great presents, as always.

Spot of lunch, Ice Age on the laptop, phonecalls around the world and a couple of glasses of champagne and then off to L’Enfance de Lard to feast on the leftovers from the Christmas lunch. There was a mountain of oysters and prawns to get through alongside a groaning buffet of fabulousness. Next up, roast turkey with all the trimmings followed by mince pies, stilton and lashings of fine port. The evening was rounded off magnificently by a two knee-trembling rounds of dominos. Extraordinarily André won twice, despite that fact he claimed to have no grasp of the rules, apparently wasn’t quite sure where he was and spent most of the game looking for a mystery fifth person who only existed in his mind.

Happy Christmas one and all.