I have the groundsman fetch one of our swans every year. Just the thing after a hard morning’s hunt on a cold Christmas morning. Especially as we return empty handed because we can hardly shoot straight after so many hot toddies! Then after dining us chaps retire to the billiard room where things can get a little raucous! Chin chin! Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
After everyone left about 9pm I pulled cook’s privilege and forced my poor son and ‘im indoors to watch The Holiday. RomCom central - yessss.
They can suffer. I earned it. Two full Christmas dinners and suppers and even a few breakfasts thrown in. 16 people. Gasp.
Why are we here? What’s it all about? Does chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight? We should be told!
Actually now I come to think about it, I knew one of them. My mum, who’s 99. Here she is looking normal.