All my chicks are back in the nest.
Jason has finished work. The girls are home from their dad’s house. The rest of us never left.
The children and I have spent the afternoon at granny’s house. We ate a lot of cheese and panforte, we listened to lots of songs we only know three lines to, but manfully sang along to anyway. We squabbled amicably over the cross word for several hours.
It was great.
We came home and had fish fingers, potato waffles and baked beans for our Christmas Eve tea. It was bloody marvellous. I love a crap tea. LOVE it.
We have watched The Wrong Mans, which we adore, and which we saved to watch together.
The house is warm. The kettle is on a constant boil. It is all good.
I wish you all the bestest of festivities, however you choose to celebrate them.