We are ready.
Mr. Waffle has picked up the turkey [tomorrow I will cook turkey for the first time – I am hoping the people who say it is a big chicken are right].
The Princess is singing a solo at the carol service tonight [a verse of Away in a Manger] and she is filled with trepidation but at least she is clean and so are her clothes – so a triumph, for me, anyhow. She may also be on television later, or she may be on the cutting room floor [she spoke to camera about what Christmas meant to her but so did winsome 4 year olds so she is pessimistic about making the cut]. We will gather around the television filled with anxious anticipation. Michael is resigned to going to the carol service which he will not enjoy as every time we sing around the house he puts his hands to his ears to “stop them bleeding”. He is also clean. Daniel is singing in the choir. He will be clean as soon as the Grinch is over.
I hope that you have a lovely, lovely Christmas and that at least one of your presents is what you always wanted.
Hope you had a lovely Christmas Day, that the giant chicken was properly cooked and you didn’t (as I did last year) fail to find the giblets tucked into the neck cavity until after it came out of the oven, and that at least one of your presents was what you’d always wanted. Also that the boys didn’t set their socks on fire.
Gosh Dot, giblets crisis sounds v traumatic – all was well with turkey..
Disgruntled – welcome back to celtic weather.