Well it’s Xmas eve and we’re pretty much all prepared. This time last year we hosted all of our family out in Italy and whilst we had a great time the house was freezing as the gasman hadn’t delivered. This year the kids and grandkids will be joining us again here in Teddington and unless the gas mains freeze over we should all be at least warm this time. Of course things don’t always go to plan; we’ve just heard from our local shabby chic Victoriana gastro-pub, The Bloated Mallard, where we planning on having a blow-out tapas feast later that they’ve cancelled tonight (!) because their chef hasn’t turned up. It sounds vaguely familiar.
Not to worry we’ll find somewhere else I’m sure and if that fails we’ll raid the fridge. Take a look at what C’s managed to get in there:
I”m not showing you this because I want to gloat about our good fortune in having lots to eat. It’s simply that I love to see a full fridge – it must be the hunter/gatherer instinct kicking in, knowing that my family will all be here and that there’s plenty of food and drink to keep everyone fully-fuelled. How stupid eh. Also one of the many things I love about my wife is her doctorate in fridge-packing engineering. No man could ever pack a fridge shelf as well as her. And you’ve not seen the freezer department – it’s a work of ice art.
Anyway that’s us, all ready I think (for once) to enjoy the Xmas experience. To any readers who may pass by, I’d just like to wish you a family-filled, fully-fridged and very happy Xmas too.
pp
