Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve and quite of bit of blue assed flyness. In the afternoon Lorraine drove Pat and Maureen and I off to Anton's house to drop off presents. Klaudia upstairs unseen with festive tonsillitis, chats with Anne and Anton and Oskar, as well as the consumption of individual pies, before they all left for Anna's house.

Home again and the traditional Beth-led Christmas Eve spread. She excelled herself as usual. There was lots of lovely food to be eaten, and some TV and games and a few drinks too. Bags of fun for everyone.