D-the Dog at Christmas
I thought he'd be absolute murder.
Actually he got the hang of unwrapping his presents and leaving the
other stuff alone (up to a point – he's a nosy little so-and-so)
pretty quickly. He had a good day. He was just a bit murder. At
times.
I was wrongly accused...
...of secretly watching the Queen's
speech. Quite hurtful, that.
We ran out...
...of mock Bailey's and Guinness.
We've a mountain of...
...sprouts (both BLISS and I thought we
may be a bit light, and bought additional bags)...
...leftover chicken (because I didn't
check the use-by date on the first one, and had to cook it on the
23rd)...
...ready-made custard (the EU custard
ocean is in our fridge)...
...cheese and cooked meats (we'were all
too stuffed to eat in the evening – apart from me)...
...avocados (because I forgot to put
them into the veggie starter – I always forget at least one thing,
despite having a crib-list hanging up)...
...onions, which will get used...
...crisps and chocolates, which will
get eaten...
...wrapping paper (used), which will
get thrown away...
...love and goodwill, which will be
remembered.
Good ideas included...
...going back to having some breakfast
(BLISS)...
...roasting the carrots (MM)...
...including some beat the intro and
club singer questions in the quiz (ME)...
...rehanging the outside lights (BLISS,
despite a lot of resistance from ME (the Man City game was on at the
time, I wasn't at my best))...
...not spoiling an unbroken 55 year run
of dodging the Queen's speech (ME, actually)...
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